There are days,
when I'm asked,
What do I expect from love?
Maybe, love to me, is nothing but
the realization that there is someone
I can call my home and run to,
when times go dark,
and things get tough.
Maybe love means,
to have someone,
who reassures me,
that I'm their world,
when I can feel,
my own world crumbling apart.

When someone gives me
a reason to smile,
at times I only
feel like crying.
When someone refuses
to be appalled,
by my anxious mind
and shaky hands.
Instead, he softly
envelops them in his own,
lovingly gazes into my teary eyes,
and helps me console,
only to let me know,
that I have someone's embrace,
to find warmth into.

When someone steadies my racing heart,
and pulls me closer on days,
when I push myself away.
When someone guides me back home,
as I take the wrong path.
When someone helps me find the light,
as I drop the lamp in fear.

When someone chooses to be,
so patient towards me,
that their love overpowers,
my petrifying thoughts.
When someone cradles me,
and caresses my hair,
as I struggle to get hold,
of my overwhelming emotions.

When someone loves me the same,
on both good and bad days.
When someone does not hesitate,
to stay in my every phase.
When someone makes words work like magic,
and calms me down,
through heartfelt poems and serenade songs.

When someone helps me believe that I'm fine,
even in hours of terrible denial.
When I'm losing my mind
and drowning in insecurity,
someone lets me know,
that they are here for me.

When my vision goes blur,
and my head begins to spin,
someone lets me know,
that the world's not ending.

When someone silences my demons,
at times I miserably fail to.
When someone...