Before I leave

The wind was blowing
The tiny droplets of drizzle coming down
My heart felt the cooling breeze
Thinking of the woman I love

Her attractive eye was staring me
Her madness love was haunting me
Time and Time again
I am thinking of the woman I love

Day come by, months come by
But its yet to a year
So i hope I will see her
Before I leave here

By Machoman