It's what you do

A sonnet for the lover.
A eulogy for those who parted.
A limerick for those who are bored.
A psalm for the lord.
A threnody for the lost.

An Ode to you.

You calm the tyranny and bring unexplored stories for this heart
Your love maneuvers comfortably, illuminates carefully.
Your love doesn't tend with plucked, dying flowers or resplendent gestures.
You leave behind a part of you with the words you speak and every peek you cheat.

Nothing's ever built to forget, bittersweet nothings aren't meant for love.
Your soul dances with vehemence, a bit of this and a bit of that. It's frantic but loved.

You live the day with a sparkle which fixes the tiny space in my night sky.
Your coherence gives rise to some music that forms our harmony.
Your ways give meaning to all hackneyed old sayings.
You take a part of me with your eyes that caress my psyche and lust that drives me fanatically.