Dúró tì mí

Day 825

Your eyes;
Squinting when you laugh hard under streams of sunlight,
Lips muttering simple words my auditory cortices learnt to take as music.
Your opinions get me nodding in agreement through and through.
I put up squabbles, yet all it takes is you taking my hand in yours to make it all subjective.

You are a whole religion.
Your bubbly laughter in the nighttime, near intoxicating;
Ricocheting through walls and leaving me lifelong memories.
Your chuckles do more than just sit up in my cerebral cortices.
They’ve made a rhythm of you,
To which my feet have learnt to dance without inhibitions.

Dúró tì mí
A prayer I often offer,
Even when the odds go against us,
And I have to wade off side-talks about you.
When everyone seems to pitch in one nasty comment or the other the minute you're out of sight.
Constant reminders that I've lost myself,
But they forget to note that I'd rather spend what is left of my lifetime gazing at you,
Than embark on a search for what you have found in me;
Me.

You ceased to be human the day my eyes first met yours,
Your gaze lingering on mine,
Calling me to a forever with you.

You are my miracle;
The one who rekindles my belief in fairies-
You
Are
Magic.


....
QJ

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