If you were here

If you were here,
I would stroke your hair
until you reminisce
all your sorrows to me.

I would hold you,
to clench your arms in mine,
so as to leave you,
with calming silhouettes
of happy memories.

I would keep you close,
to embrace you 
to timelessness,
so as to turn your fears 
into strengths.

We would spend
our lives, 
discovering that belief
which people called love.
Ours would be pure and illicit.

We would sleep aside,
dreaming about our future, 
from these shredded moments.
Still that dream would be 
as colourful as strands 
from a rainbow.

We would wake up,
talking about present,
wherein I'll kiss you
to the cognizance,
until you pour your
miseries out.

And only if you were here,
you would rest on my chest,
to listen to the rhythmic
chimes of my heart, 
and I would coop that
every picturesque second,
with the wire of moonlight
and
bars of spring.

Only if you were here.