You

And it matters to me
What You go through-
Rings and wrecks,
Right in and through me.
It's a heart's despair,
The silence that engulfs
Two lines-
While the minds maybe conversing,
In their own telepathy.
You ask me not to worry,
You've got it under control-
But doesn't logic fail-
When in front of the magic of love?
I care,
Seems the least that I can do-
For You, now-
As You go through Your own personal hell.
You wish nothing but peace and happiness,
Likewise, I would roar-
But at what cost?
Is it all worth it-
I keep asking,
But the answer obviates itself,
Before You catapult it through me.
Is this a phase then?
Which has its own potholes and daily downfalls?
Then, You have me firmly ensconced by You-
Through thick and thin-
And all such terms that folklores endear to.
Yet, I believe in them-
For I believe in You.
I subscribe to the value of One-
One love, life and being.
In You, I seek my Unity.
By You,
I choose to navigate the life-waves-
All turbulence or storms,
Or winds of change.
I wish to support You,
And raise You higher each time-
Elevate You to that pedestal,
Of awe, wonder and envy.
For, I believe,
That You deserve it-
For being just You.
And I believe in You.
I long to take You away,
And shelter You in Your sand-castle,
In Your own Island of Dreams.
Let You be the child,
That You deny.
And feel innocence,
Tracing Your footfalls again.
How I wish,
So many things,
For You.
If only,
Dementia didn't strike retards.
Pine to let You run free,
Towards all that You seek.
Wish to end it all for You-
So that no more You may have to fight it out,
As You wait it out.