Dear Dan,
It does not happen often,
to be moved by someone.

In a way that is like standing on the shore,
in front of an ocean.
In a way that is like meditation.
And this is no exaggeration.

In a way that is like being at a monastery,
Spiritual,
Inspirational,
Transformation.
And this is no exaggeration.

Someday,
when you'll ask me
"how much do you love me?",
In answer, I will not spread my arms wide.

I will rather wrap them around you
tight,
and will never let you go.

I never make sense,
never had.
You,
keep what is worth
And with a kiss,
Let the rest pass.

I know,
I am your rescue,
when world refuses to understand,
and your heart is beyond known mend,
when you feel but can't say,
and spoken words cannot find their way.

I know,
It is me you seek,
when you miss your lost,
and can't afford life's cost,
when you want to fly up high,
and in defeats you lie.

O Dear!
Just do know,
for you I am there,
with all my love
and forever.

with love,
your poem

you,
like the first paint on those walls,
are always beneath,
whenever,
a new paint is scratched.