In your light, every bleak shard rearranges
into a mosaic painting.My tongue weaves silken threads through the edges of a cosmos tailored by your beauty.

Each breath shared fills the sails of voyagers, guiding us through seas where no storms inject. Patchwork skies stitch stars in fine embroideries, perfect in their scatter, a flawed circumspect.

With your whisper, trees bow in reverence,
serene, as if Eden bloomed in fresh decree.
Time bows to the quiet majesty of you and me.

So within your gaze, perfection reflects, and all my world, in your love, resurrects.
Tiger64X2.
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