Who he was, and still is.

Every time I didn't reply, he kept saying my name.
He didn't say it thinking there would be no reply coming afterwards;
He didnt have to wait for words to come out of my mouth
Before everything else did.

As his eyes were watering and so were mine.
I knew not then,
although, i wish I did.
That these were the eyes of a man named Love.

It wasnt just his eyes that i could bare to handle.
It was the love that his heart produces over countless times.