He Became My Poetry

Seeing him smile, 

My stars would align.

For which I could die,

His voice, most pleasant chime.

He is like the moon,

I was longing for..

But, maybe I am the earth,

who could only love from Far.

With growing distance, they say,

Love will die.

But, I believe we are together forever,

As we are under the same sky.

Millions of times,

he made me smile.

Well, I cried,

But my soul rejoiced.

He is the most beautiful line,

Of my life-story.

I poured letters, words, 

And, he became my poetry.