If one could ever see
the way through me that laid beneath
as his light hued pupils.
If one could talk again
like his silver satin folds of speech.
If could know as much
Deep within
In the masks beneath
the layers of my space.
As he did
If one could ever believe
The tales of fairies, the demons and gods I told
And that were the truth under
As he did.
Ever if the world turned ice
Frozen cold and brittle to life
And When every soul left my side
Leaving for life to take what course there lies
To flow like the red chrysanthemum.
He stayed through,
quiet though warm
acknowledging the silent  sorrow.
Only if one could ever give
Those silent answers needed
As much he did.

I don't think If ever my speech flowed this way
As the water that bickered, flowed and laughed 
through the valleys of my hearts that flowed.
Claiming the lights and shadows
The way it did to him though.
We first met when I woke
Eyes red.drenched rest. That sang my sorrows.
There he was on the edge he sat
looking at me.
Curious or may be seeking to just to requenish
If one could ever understand
reasons tho.

When I was sobbing in my teens all alone
He gave the slight space I needed then
The warmth through that evolves in.
He turned to the one I would like all along.
He never left he never came
He was there
Just there
understanding me all along all alone.
But if one could ever see what he sought in me
If only one could.
Understand me like he did.

If one could save me the space on the bus beside,
like his habits that came by,
If one could know how I smiled,
on his silly tantrums he made just for me to smile on my darken days.
If one could know what I hid beneath lies. And I can't lie those eyes never failed to see through all along.
But quiet he stayed,heard my plights, soothing the cires
on the shoulder as I did whatever came to my mights,
For he knew I were not then to listen that time, but to be listened along alone.
If one could understand
when I want to hear or to be heard
As he did.

He kept me company when everyone turned away.
Smiled to me wiping the tears brought by every storm.
He walked till I found my ways.
Talked till I found my baes.
And came when they all chose to leave at bay.
And healed when they all stabbed my heart that layed.
If only one could ever understand
the pain that dreaded me
that only he soothed every strand that strangled me all along all alone.

I see him up unexpectedly,the places one could never be
I see him walking through the shadows,I see him beside me behind the dark doors.
On the floors I layed, n next he stayed.
Quiet, but evolving me in the warmth though.
I see him draging me to the heights, to see the skies.
Made me listens to melodies I liked.
When I skimmed deep in the dark drowning to the shadows he was there
Reaching me out His hands glimmering gold through every dark arrow.
He was the light, to my lost sights, he was my might, that make me fight.
He was mine! I was his! And I would be glad if he were real to my sorrow.
For I knew he was me my within although.
And only if one could ever exist like him though.
But he is still there! As long I wished
For he was just a miraj I seeked.
But I still wish
And if only one could see he as he sought through me although.

A/N  I am publishing it! Not reading it through ! I am did;'t make through an entrance! Sigh! And this is kinda what I am feeling right now!