Patching Souls

Strangely you ask me a day,
Soon after I am done with my rants,
On your faults and falls to name a few,
"Can you look at me and see my tears,
Before you search for a towel to fix this mess?"

In my defence, I murmur of "all efforts",
To ease your pain through my thinking head.
You never liked those words of reason,
All you heard was the counting of costs,
Jittering back to me as "all your efforts".

Then a silence, where we search,
For a word to clear our thoughts!
Logic and morals that we debate,
With a hope of curing this scene!

In a while, a fear of losing your shadow,
Sets on me like a veil of the wicked,
A cold that eats my bone to death!

In a shiver, I close my eyes,
And hear your cry in pain of love.
And my thinking head stoops to know,
The tears off your face on my chest.

Bursting wild this fortress of rights,
Fall on your feet to say a word of sorry
Soon you are kind my heaven so pure,
And you patch my broken vests for sure
With a smile and scent of love in your sorry.