The Answer Is Thy Poem by mohit choudhary

Every morning, with the rising sun, a hope arises in me.
Bosoming seems the time when the dwarf sapling of glee will tree,
When you will step out of my dreams, into reality.
All at once thereupon solved would be i,
Metamorphosed into a question whose answer is thy.

Every night when i try to sleep,
Plays in my mind the same adorable clip,
All the moments i have spent with you start to reassemble.
If my lifes a constitution, you are its preamble.