Transforming Love into Art
Crafting Emotions into Timeless Creations
I craft all of his words into songs,
Convert all of his footsteps into music.
I transform all his naughtiness into poems,
Make all his stares into paintings.
His thoughts become magical dreams.
The journey is mine,
The strides are his.
I smile with his lips.
The words are mine,
But the meaning is him.
I reply with his voice.
He becomes my age and life.
I live as his love.
My heart awakens from sleep as the person of my dreams stands before me.
I can't close my eyes for the rest of my life.
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Malleswari
A passionate soul with a love for poetry, I explore the beauty of language through poetry and prose. My work span's themes of love, dreams, nature, and the human experience, often drawing inspiration from the world around me.
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