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You should be poetry

You should be poetry,

the most epic poem of all times.

Your metric should be the light of your eyes.

Your rhyming should be the beats of your heart.


You should be poetry in every breath,

Should be poetry in every second.

You should be the heritage of all the words together.


You should be poetry of beauty,

The most perfect poetry of delicacy.

You should be poetry of inexplicable feelings,

You should be the poetry of immense flavours.


You should be the poetry of courage,

the poetry of passion and temper.

You should be the poetry of strength,

The verses of the epic fight for living.


You should be the poetry of delicacy

The most prohibited verse should describe your beauty.

The most ineffable words should describe your hips.

In your lips live the music of the poem,

 and in the softness of your hands live the chants of harmonious paradise.


You should be the poetry of inexplicable words,

You should be the endless inspiration of brightness.

The world has transformed you in poetry.

The life can only surrender to the majesty of your time.

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