Story of Green Embers in Red Orbs!

I bow down! Issues, problems, guilts, weaknesses, despair, rage, desperation & what not but still a lot grit, liveliness, chirpiness, vigour & verve. What is it that's less in you?

I haven't written for anyone since long but you'll be my inspiration today (as well ;-) ).

Story of Green Embers in Red Orbs!

Vigour, Vitality, love and hope,

Where did all the problems elope?

A smile, that shimmer & that gloss,

With a dark room in your heart completely closed.

That strength, that grit, that sanguinity,

which is inherent your aura.

Wish I had just a part of it,

Wish I could just mock some up.

Seems like I never knew you,

Or may be I just saw a frontage,

I literally feel how small,

are the problems that I've ever faced.

Voice shaking,

Trying hard to hold to the pitch.

glowing amid that little damp patch of tears,

were the green embers in those red orbs.

Oh I sensed everything dear,

I didn't miss a bit.

I guess its true that hard iron has to be red,

before it opens up for another shape.

I knew nothing about you,

And still I had so much of respect.

God, now you can only measure,

how high the fathomless zenith is.

Though am not allowed to utter a word,

but yeah damn afraid,

Not that am getting emotional,

but I do fear a loss that great.