Sometimes in alone, I think of you,
The days and nights passes on,
The days utter with gloom,
And the nights brings in your memories,
Your love made me disembody.
Sometimes, somewhere lies open
Onward to eternal delay.
For my lonely soul starngely,
Meeting at one sudden goal.
Into one beautiful perfect way.
Sometimes the love shines in your eyes,
Some times it brightens your smile,
But all once flies away,
Leaving behind paths of trace.
Somewhere, sometimes the first
Love which ought to come
In one's quest of pure affection
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