And they smiled for 'life'...

One day alone the shore they walked together.
Looking at the horizon, they found birds flying away.
Waves crossed each other, hardly reaching the ground.
Both starred at the other, but knew none what to say.

The evening bid a good bye to the sun,
I wondered if the awaiting night could invite any difference.
Though the heart did beat all round the clock,
the blood still remained blue while passing through the veins.

Their eyes seemed perfect as seen from a distance
unless one gave them a nigher look.
They were as still infants from the mothers` womb
as were from a mile away, the letters of a book.

One had lost the other half of himself
and the 20 year old atheist a blissful hand,
The universe seemed to be the master of empty spaces,
millions of them, but not a single for a peaceful stand.

They laughed through all these years ignoring her,
never realized what in life was she worth.
Only after she`d gone they found she was the candle
ceasing away with each breathe, sailing everyone since her birth.

They`d enjoyed the succor of her not being around
with her negation for each of their actions,
in the windy, merciless and rough weathers
when they`d perform their unleaded transactions.

Why were they now so not laughing with joy
when they knew they`d enjoy an enduring appeasement?
Why were they now plugged with heavy strings of guilt
that the saline from their eyes refused a settlement?

She`d granted them with each of their wishes,
gifted them the light of her days and the dream of her nights,
prayed for the fortitudes that could buy her
even more, but none for her own sprites.

With their ‘author’ gone, they stood archaically numb,
the symphonic notes appeared to be dancing with strife.
As the night defeated the twilight,
curtaining the remorseful trickles, they smiled for their lost ‘life’.

She said it once, I just could not follow...

‘She is not my crush, but a concern indeed’
I wouldn`t dare ever to cause this delate.
Urging myself before my own folks,
I feel like stitching down an infinite chelate.

The reaction was not fast at all when first glimpsed her.
Thoughts were shielded by some porky rumors
As were a million mouths against her,
The path towards my auricles became fumer.

Each of her in-sights got ensued with
Strokes of perplexed and repelling sighs,
Until one evening in the heart of partial gloominess,
I happened to see through her glasses, those adorable infant eyes.

Happiness did prevail the monotonous waves of solitude
When she lit the house with her occult smile.
Why did I regret all of a sudden when I did recall
I wonder, I did sabotage that occult once a while?

I`d heard in person scarce words from her cord,
But over the line she poured alchemy through her innoxious voice.
The allegations were rough, some baseless canards,
And relieving them from my personal caravan not my choice.

Annotations from the end of the eternity sometimes
Made me question myself the most obvious denial.
‘Was I falling for her?’
Those were the times I feared crossing even the dry aisle.

There follows a myriad of questions, each with an answer along,
‘Why do I wish for a protective hand over that fragile thing?’
‘Why do I wish her every engagement to be a perfect drift?’
‘Why do I wish her to smile through every spring?’

She confines my every fall, she doesn`t have an idea.
As every other human has his selfishly vital need,
This self is too, very much concerned about life, as I speak,
‘She is not my crush, but a concern indeed ’.

She said it once, I just could not follow: If you can`t give someone a day worth smiles, you have no right over even a single drop of his/her tears.