Often it happens that we all see
Few people, though strangers they might be
They tug at the strings of your heart
In a manner you cant pull them apart..
They might be oblivious of this ,after all
But when you need them , they appear to your call..
At all times ,their presence you can feel
The wounds of your heart ,their love does heal..
Your eyes forever seem to search for them ,
Though they might not always come,
You have this feeling ,fuzzy and warm
It makes you blissful, contented and calm..