Love in her eyes, you find at no place,
Behind the head, there is a plait of hair,
The face is oval, completion so fair,
And peace in her lap, and care in her gaze...
She was the witness of my crest and troughs,
I was tolerated in my bests and roughs,
My thoughts gravitated towards her in the lonely starry nights,
All of our nostalgic memories usher me to wobbling kites.
Plodding ahead in time,
Pining for love, so sublime,
I ruefully think about the day,
when I
MIGHT EVEN LOSE HER...
