Mi Poeta

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Your lips are like poetry, they paint beauty with every single line uttered.
To watch their form and shape, and then to see in hearing how they connect- sound and movement create worlds for me in which I can lose myself.
Tell me poet, why is it so?
Why is it that words are powerful?
Especially when I hear yours.
Even if they are not whispered to me, I can hear your voice as I read each word.
Every nuance, inflection and pronunciation…
I know your voice enough to remember how you utter each word, how every syllable is caressed and delivered with love and the care only a poet taken can do.
You are to me, poetry-
Beauty in the abstract and unexpected,  delivering and illustrating the inexplicable unkowns.

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