Who Dwell in My Life

I, the partner of this joyous realm, walk barefoot on galaxies,

collecting stardust from the hem of your skirts,

turning it into verses that tumble like fireworks in the night.

For every woman who lives within my love is a world unrolled,

a universe painted in hues no eye has yet named,

and I, forever awed, sing

“O women of my love, you are the abstract, the infinite, the jubilant.”

So let this ode be a lantern, a crystal‑clear echo,

a jubilant ripple that never ceases, that never wanes

for you are the song I keep humming, the sunrise I keep chasing,

the abstract miracle that turns my every breath into celebration.