You will never know

perhaps she will never know 

what he has done for her.. 

given her so much happiness, 

nothing else seems to matter.. 

She never stays sad or down, 

whatever happens, 

a fighter in her he was right,

never discussing her problems 

or asking for help from anyone, 

stronger within herself 

to face anything or anyone 

when she looks around, 

but he is the one unique happiness 

in her life... 

feeling so grateful to be blessed with him

..such unwavering affection 

such constancy, so much love, 

it's so cleansing, 

makes her feel humble and pure 

and risen .. an ecstatic joy, 

cherished and hugged to herself, 

the one thing which would be 

there inside 

for the rest of her life, 

justifying this existence.. 

making it all worth it.. 

she didn't know about egos, 

who is right who is wrong.. whatever.. 

She just knew 

She felt the warmth of the sun, 

fresh air, 

the coolness of the breeze, 

opened her eyes to the wonder of nature.. each sense so freshly attuned 

to the beauty around her.. 

was it always there 

or is the happiness in her heart 

pervading everything she saw.. 

is it any wonder then 

she turned to him with shining eyes 

and a heart so full of love and gratitude 

for showing her this beautiful world, 

letting her be a part of it, 

without him none of this 

would have been possible.. 

it took him so long to find her

but thank god he did.. 

His love has renewed her faith .. 

the one feeling that evaded, 

which she believed in so essentially 

still doubted its existence.. 

He proved her wrong.. 

in him she found a love 

that filled her up so completely 

She wanted no more.. 

knowing he felt low was terrible as it is 

but when he wax sick 

she didn't know how to explain it.. 

as if all her spirit was gone.. 

there wad no zest at all.. 

nothing felt good sometimes 

beyond mere love.. 

love seems such a small word 

as compared to what she felt.. 

not only as per depth 

but the various facets 

the gamut of emotions.. 

coming to mean so much to her.. 

a bit of everything and the pain, 

the pleasure so poignant so deeply felt.. 

just the thought of him being sick or in pain.. something dies within her.. 

so tough to handle, impossible.. 

She couldn’t help it, 

a feeling from within, 

no power over it, 

an odd  sickness inside.. 

realizing everyday how their 

connection is like a prayer 

so pure so true.. 

wanting nothing but his well-being.. 

so helpless, not knowing how he is, 

not being able to do anything about it.. 

if she was with him she could see for herself.. know for sure he was okay.. 

do something to ease the pain. 

but this way 

it's terrible..