Loving you; She whispered.
Believing you; He replied.
How long; She inquired.
Just a smile was his response.
Seasons changed; She too.
Didn\'t he change, a bit more.
In her thoughts, far behind her,
Was he; lonesome on his owe
She tends to change the course,
For she was mighty and so sure...
Frustration: the reward he received,
For the bliss of love; he showered.
Pitched on pique, she offered,
An insane cup of drink with love,
To let him leave the deceiving dark,
Where she was already in.
Glad was he to have it for love,
To be in bed that carved his death,
For a fortnight restrained with,
Food or even a waterdrop.
Never he disclosed the reason for,
Never he feared the deadly dreams,
The pleasure she had is; his love for her,
Even at his breathless counts.
Before the feeble gasp had stopped,
Before his wrists get curled in,
\"How could you\"; she gazed at him,
His pale and perplexed smile replied
\"This is how you are for me
This is how I could be
This is how my love could be
And this is how I Love You.......\"