The Chocolate Boy

There are touches of his emotions.

There are showers of love, 

While I surf in his sense.

There are whispers in his silence 

While others see as anger,

There is unsaid pain bore by him.

There are untouched kisses,

That makes me alive 

With his breaths of sense.

There is an unexpressed hope in his omnipotence.

Some times he makes me alive through eyes,

Some times he makes me alive through his scent 

And Some times he makes me alive with his personal touch.

I feel his presence in each and everything.

I feel alive in his presence though day in day out as I explore him.

I am part of him, and he is part of everyone.

Still, I realized life is too short to explore his love.

We couldn't hurt each other, be it emotional or physical

As we co-exist while completing each other as love cannot compete.

He is immortal, and everyone continues to fall for him.

I make an attempt to keep him alive by pacifying him with simple efforts.

Let's make a generation worth of his love.

Are you with me?