Kaos

He sits on the step with unshed tears blurring his vision.
As the rain streams down his face.
I ache to help him;but,knowing he has to overcome this on his own I stay there.
Don't we all have our own demons to face?
These days his smile has become more like a precious jewel, rare.
In their eyes he's cruel and cold.
How can they be the judge of somone they don't even know?
His real beauty lies beneath his defensive guise.
When my world has become ugly and vile.
And,when the clouds of dispair cover my skies.
It's beautiful place when he smiles.
He's my miracle from a loving God above.
I think this is what they mean when they say true love.