Why I Love You Poem by Aglia Nost

For those long, rigid, golden fingers that seem to ever so elegantly seduce every little thing that they as much as approach, those long, endless wonders that ever so eloquently soak my mind in our excellence.

For that touch of godly empathy, heartfelt compassion, and hurtful, truthful honesty. For that touch that so madly I envy, dear. That touch that you vividly possess, dear.

For that innocent, enigmatic smile that everybody and every soul can cheer

For your proud, confident, graciously lean and promising appearance

For those pale arts of genius sculpted in arms, for those branches of superiority that bloom from a so rich, so harsh, so stunningly clear
For those veins that so clearly break your ski, tearing beauty apart and waiting there ready to improve it

For that voice of yours that so finely shakes people off their nests and into a fairer place

For your calmness and your coolness and your temper

For the abundant sense of justice that lies within you, dear

For the child-like, white lies that so regrettably pass on to protect others

For your miraculous heart, for the source that all the seas of beauty nurtures

For the magical quests one must go on, to attempt understanding you, dear

For the fact that deep down you're tremendously weird

For all that and much, much more I adore you dear.