I don’t have the words for you yet
But when I do they will be glorious
And subtle and sweet and alluring
And full of depth.
And people will dozely mumble them
On the train in the morning on their way to work.
And the birds will whistle out their melody in that way birds will.
And the gentle grumbling of engines in the distance will murmur it’s agreement.
But I will rest safe in the knowledge
That I could never sum you up.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
This reminds me a bit of the poem F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote that I got my username from, but more explicit and with better imagery. You have such a good way of making the words flow without being cliche and rhyming and keeping a meter without using a meter. Gorgeous.
Thank you!
So great to hear from you again.
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