The First Feelings...

I had been that lonely warrior.
Who had survived the earthquake, storm and avalanche.
Who had seen her reflection in the snow.
It was just me.
Always, in the mirror, in the reflection,
I saw me.
The girl, just an ordinary girl that I have been.

I didn't know what this type of numbness was called.
Loneliness?
No, not that I was left alone.
I was a puzzle unsolved.
Waiting for the missing piece to be in place.
Waiting for the every 'first' feelings,
To be feelings after all.

Someone who would waltz with my soul,
Someone who holds my face like a frame does to a picture.
Until, one day, when I completely believed that I will be unsolved forever.
Came he, out of the blue.
He came from the cloud 9.
Which I thought never existed.

Stepping in the ballroom shoes, which fitted my waltz.
He became the frame which beheld me.
On which I could lay my head, and he held me like I don't need,
Any other frame.
He came like the balmy breeze, which eased my pain.
He became the morning sunshine,
The first sip of Coffee, which rushes through you.
He became my moonlight, the beam of light which showered upon my lips.
And made me smile.

Amidst of all the storm, he stuck like the autumn leaf on the ground.
Like the sand to the sand storm.
All night I lie awake.
Just seeing his face all day and night long.
Caressing through his hair, thinking of his angelic face,
Confessing what we had for each other all night.

Through thick and thins we have been together.
Through every thorns we walked together.
And then we knew, what goes around comes back around.
Has to come back around.
We are made together, and will be together.
With rings of the holiness.
With promises of togetherness of life.

We perfectly imperfect.
But can't live without the imperfections.
It is like,
You have been my own brand of drug.
Like my own brand of heroine.
Like my quick rush of adrenaline.
Like the blissful first kiss.
Like the first summer rain.
Like the first blossom of spring.
Like the the feeling of wedding ring!