He

Is he the wind that touches my soul and makes me shiver the cold nights?

Is he real or am I blind?

 A moon to the dark grown sky 

Is he the right guy that girls talk about and shy?

Who could he be, the secret admirer or the unarmed killer

A lovely saviour or the furious river

A snatcher or the giver?

Is he a shore of life or the drowning brim?

He who makes me dive and swim. 

Do I know him? 

Is he the sky, caressing me and pouring down as rain, unravelling my unknown secrets and yet hiding within me?

 The one, bowing down from far and standing tall when near. 

 Is he that sound of the silence that I always wanted to hear? 

 Should I boast of him or should I bluff?

Freezing over my pride and melting with my love. 

Is he the endless horizon to my downcast eyes who becomes my melting sky when they open wide. 

Who is he? 

Is he here or running down through my mind? 

Should I find him Or again end him with the rhyme.