True Me

Would he ever tell me

How it feels when I am around

Does my Absence fill his space void

My smile, a spark of ray in his soul

The emptiness of words into oceans untold

Does my fingertip sprint a zeal of enthusiasm in his veins

She thought about him

Gazing the composed wave,

The serenity of the bubbles that burst at the sea

A sudden realization,

That changed her apprehension

Do I worship him above Mankind

Is Humanity a pinhole before a Heart

The Core is to Love and not to measure it!