Artistic, articulate, astute,
they trickled from you to me,
my face as a grey sulking moon,
then as a bright smiling sun.
A picturesque mountain,
kissed by a soothing cloud,
like your intellect does to mine
then azure rivers of happiness flow.
Among the brighest stars,
there lies an articulate one,
which beats the heart faster,
fixates the eyes like forever.
Addicted to it i am,
my eyes and heart search for it,
even among sparkling stars,
and dark black clouds,
just as they search u.
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