Dearest Spring Flower
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Dearest Spring Flower
I see the perfection that you are.
I see the whole of you all at once – what you are and what you are yet to be.
I see you and I smile.
On most days I am awash in waves of ecstacy as I hold my attention on you, think of you and bask at that thought of you pervading my senses, ever so ubiquitously.
I revel in the first thought that hits me as the morning rays find my reticent eyes.
It’s you I think of on most days and nights with my heart brimming with the kind of levity I had only felt in my most delicately curated day dreams.
There is an effervescent feeling of freedom and a delicious heavenly bliss my soul basks in as it meets with yours.
Your face, your eyes, your lips, your gaze. Everything that is you, touches a certain depth of me that even the poet in me had left unexplored.
It has shocked me and delighted me in equal measures and has helped me see the light that you shine in my life ever so unconditionally.
I am in debt of your love.
I am in debt of your unique life wisdom.
I am forever in debt of your friendship.
Some days it is hard to even say a word as I look at your face. And I leave the thought of accessing well constructed sentences behind.
Some days I want to tell you to just be quiet so I can hold my gaze on you and feel yours on mine.
It’s an effort ever so delightful to keep you off my mind.
Like the spring breeze that swishes through the curtains every now and then,
But never ceases to be.
Tonight, i’s a good night because Ive finally come to know you in this life.
Sleep well my love.
And dream of me.
For no one can keep you from mine.
Ananya Choudhury
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