He respected me in the most beautiful way possible,
By not adoring for or being pitied of my past.
Telling me those bruises would be brutal if I would touch them,
Drawing away my attention,
every time I think of my yesterday’s depression.
He admired my strength of forgiving the sinful human,
Even when somebody did awry,
He regained my faith I relinquished,
He didn’t respect my past but the human he created.
Looking at my eyes with all the affection,
He kept me mesmerised in all the situations.
In the suffering and the battles I had with myself,
The only thing he asked me to recall was his fondness.