Exquisite Delight

Some say I have a way with words when truly most words have their way with me And yes, I adore them best without any tautology Caressing my psyche causing me to purr Evoking emotions I never knew could occur Incredible compilations of syllables Precisely thrown together creating the unthinkable To surreptitiously eschew Grammatical errors innately out of the blue Assembling phonetic chemistry With sudden cognizance and poetic symmetry Incessantly pondering over euphemisms Reprieving the malediction of diction cataclysms Putting to rest the Z’s in any onomatopoeia Arranging every article and particle of speech to accentuate the main idea With exact execution of the ultimate locution in sight I peruse, comprehend, and write with exquisite delight