You don't have to be the star of the show,
To dazzle from his eyes.
All you have to know,
Is He'll love you even in your darkest disguise.

A light on him which only you bestow,
As your sorrow doesn't darken his skies.
And when the fountains in your eyes overflow,
He somewhere deep inside dies

Yes, you don't have to be the star of the show,
As he'll hold you in his eyes
But never burn you in that radiant glow.
A kind off warmth that shall never demise,
Even in the coldest snows.
A world Where it's just him and no otherwise

But wait, where will you find him though?
© Priyal Badgujar