It's You There Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Every morning is gray, and cold
The voice coming from you is the only warmth
The only warmth that makes me.
From a tiny figment to full fragrance
It's you there, O my love.
Yes, your lovely, beautiful eyes bless me
Your crazy creation covers me to your cores
You're a true touch; you're a wonderful weather
Seeing you is seeing the smiling soul
Listening to you is listening to the lyricality of life
You, my beloved writer, sum up the saga of my cosmos.