Illusion

You are....

You are,
my two - armed irreplaceable home.

You are,
my undesired prayer blessed by
God of love.

You are,
my unwanted need appeared by
turn of fate at my doorstep.

You are,
the moisture of confidence
arriving on my anxious lips.

You are,
the warmth that spreads
all over my skin,
on a chilly day.

You are,
the unexpected thought of assurance
revolving around my panic parties.

You are,
not in my want's list
as you are,
the need I never had.

You are,
the optimistic ray of light
in my pessimistic end tunnel.

You are,
the sweet dish,
among the bitter recipe of words.

You are,
my unexpected smile
crawling at serious drama.

You are,
the lone star in
my dark night sky.

You are,
the silent clear melody
creeping the doors of
my dark confused soul.

You are,
my two - armed irreplaceable home.