Beautiful

Couldn’t have been beautiful to have someone to love?

Couldn’t have been beautiful to feel thankful for having him in my arms?

Couldn’t have been beautiful to let all the feelings of despair, I have kept with me, go?

Couldn’t have been beautiful to find home in his presence?

To caress the idea of looking at his green eyes without fear… to adore his smile till madness, to bless every part of him… Couldn’t have been beautiful…?

But here I am with my vain hopes remaining me reality in my darkness.