Analysis of Hope in Your and My Hello

For every time that someone should have loved you, and every moment you should have loved being loved, if only for the sake of well - deserved  adoration lost to fear and pain, a justice too often denied by rejection. The breakthrough of the the joy of being known and knowing , without the mars of hellish misinterpretations, distortions that never should have been and yet for better or worse made you who you are ,  in the name of that beauty, I greet you. As a fractured soul made whole by your smile and hello. Pure, without the stench of stale experiences held fresh by disappointments. a free greeting of admiration outside the bounds and bonds of time and all restraint or constraint. as free as paint across the canvass. Free as water to the thirsty by loving hands I give my salute to you and could only pray for reciprocity. I pour my self into the hope, pour the hope into the effort, that a  year or generation, or fashion or fad would not respond but rather only you. Because, it is  to you I give my hello. Selfish for a response without the hopes of a nation upon my shoulders and hell to pay if I should fail or if you should wave me away. Just to hear the tone and pitch of your voice, to hear its clarity or density, to know your intimate alto or soprano cordially with your hello. To see the sunlight turn to sunshine and break the clouds over my darkened mind with just your hello and your smile. enough to make me weep in rejoicing as if to say put your cool aside. Can you feel the pressure? do you feel as much as I? are we fated? are we matched? Is this Kismet or Karma that puts us together? Most of all , will you answer me? If we pass each other by am I alone in the consequence? And then, you smile and say," hello". And I become a living soul.