He had positive beams on his face
but only a little of all of them I could trace.
His blissful soul personified that there is no tomorrow & that is what I always wish I could borrow.
His uncustomary confidence lustered through his eyes but insecurities also crumbled within , where lack of magical sheen lies.
Not always he said that he loved me
but when he whispered , from all doubts they would set me free.
I wish sometimes he tells about his love needs , instead he burried his passionate greeds.