This unfed breath feels the blessedness of reciting  
the poems about your hearty leanness  
that cannot be empty of loyalty.  

Your guardable luminary is  
sentinelled with spangly patience.  

I need you in my days  
of laughing and crying.  
Your enamored grin always  
helps me to move on.  

It provides an indefeasible crest of  
devotion, dealing with all the locus of control.  

An entrée of your elaborated  
gamut keeps my hope alive.  

The flight of yearning and  
longing tears away  
all my grief.  
To make a combination with this,  
can you create a circular path on  
the surface to protect my babylike lamentations?  

Your voice, as usual, shines off  
the revolving solidarity around my heart and its poetic hope.  
©shivpoetesspriya