There is an Art

There is an art, in the way you smile from your heart.

There is an art, at the curve of your calf.

There is an art, in the way you nurture the living beings.

There is an art, in your great patience.

There is an art, in the way you listen faithfully.

There is an art, in the photographs you took.

There is an art, in the structure of your stories.

There is an art, in your footprints.

There is an art, in the way you play the instruments.

There is an art, at the tip of the letters of your handwriting.

There is an art, in your voice tone.

There is an art, in the way you wiggle your head.

There is an art, in your swinging mood.

There is an art, in the absence of your concept of time.

There is an art, in the way you sincerely complimenting.

There is an art, in your contradictions.

There is an art, in the way you dissemble your pampering.

There is an art, in the way you sing the old songs.

There is an art, in the way you slowly drink the coffee.

There is an art, in you.