NOT A POEMS

i waited by hours to touch your hands praying in my sleep so i can see your face finished all my work only to feel your presence i made it all easy for you,  was i not? never complained to your ears all you see was me smiling trough the tears gather all my fears should i stop my step? because in the middle of my depth realized i was in the wrong footstep but you were always there to help

who are you? breaking my walls without my permission  then spread a lot of flowers in it who are you? never the be one that i want but always there when i need who are you? try to persuade me that you are different but not even a word has spoken who are you? could be the only one that makes me feel warm without even need to burn it who are you?