I really don't know where to start...

God answered my prayers.
It takes a true person to be chosen from a prayer and God chose you.
How is that you knew all the darkest alleyways that were buried in these tears of mine?
How can you touch my cold heart that is coated with the radiant light?
How did you read my broken silence?
How did you learn my shattered language?
You didn't to look me in the eyes, no.
Instead you looked through my heart.
You learned how to shock my pulse and revive its torn up beat.
I never let anyone in.
So how did you find the entrance without leaving a scratch?