You

As you make that pertinacious shrill, for those unheard, enigmatic voices,

As you reach the pinnacle of sonority, to contravene those apocryphal charismatic choices.

As you transcend the epitome of your quintessential heart,

This deplorable atmosphere you continue to thwart.

 

As you strive to be quiescent and redolent,

You manifest a scintilla of you being resplendent.

But even with these incessant virtues, you continue to drown in the abysmal pool of sorrow,

And you seem to forget, that you are the penumbra of hope, for a brighter tomorrow.

 

You, yes you, are perfect,

Perfect with the surreal beauty of your imperfections,

For such a possessor of ethereal grace and tranquillity, there is no place for dejections.

You are not repugnant, not decrepit, like those dark penumbras which try to shatter you,

You, to be honest, are beautiful like that crepuscular ray, for those who try to flatter you.

 

I am one such person, charmed by your ineffable and inexorable personality,

A person full of admiration for that exuberance, that perseverance,

That inexplicable morality,

That divine spirituality.

 

The epiphany of your rhapsodic journey is a marvellous inspiration,

A serendipitous journey, ultimately leading to the attainment of your desired susurration.

I promise, from the very depth of my heart, that every bit of this unbelievable story is true,

If there is a reason for this transcendent glory, it is none other than

'YOU'