The best friend

Love is eternal ,or so they say
Not everyone finds it though
Life follows its own way.
You find them;the person,the old witch thinks
When a light over their left shoulder clearly twinks
So many lights on street and in houses
But none blinks bright enough,they all mix up into noises.
How else does one find a heart fair enough then?
The world stops for whom. That soul takes over when.
The smile of whom is a telegraph
That one person you'd stare at in a photograph.
All this while life has passed by
Without that one person but i merely sigh.
As long as i have you things barely matter.
The glasses are filled or into pieces they shatter.
And deep in those dreams along with THE MAN,
Another heart beats ; of someone else its a fan.
The future maybe dull but it  should be with you.
If i am the morning fog you be the evening dew.
There are aspirations in every common man.
I have so many too. Some i can control some i cant.
All of our fights have been followed by a peaceful dove
But Something i seek the most is ;My thoughte are same as the Truth behind your love.