I knew
your body will tremble
little
may be more than little
but I was sure
you will never crumble  

Thats why
I tried to hold you tight
more than tight
I knew
I made crossing me hard for you
which in your imagination
was light  

But believe me
I was not trying to  make you suffer
For me
it was not a pleasure

I was trying hard
to measure
each part of your body
your height, your width
Strength of your mind
and softness of your heart
Depth of your eyes
and sharpness of your nails
even
curvature of your curls  

Because,
if someday
you will walk back
into the past
searching for yourself
  
On that day
I want you to see me  
standing on that road
carrying reflection of your true,
weak yet strong self
on my soul