All through my life,
I have never known what was it like to be in love...

If only Valentine, comes earlier by two days,
Then i wouldn't be writing this...

In love there is only one thing that could be...
When the one you love love someone else...

In the eve of Valentine,
Everyone is busy, preparing their lines...

It's just the little things you do,
That makes me like the way you do...

She is loved by everyone,
She knows that...

He does not fear of telling her he loves her,
He does not has jitters when he is near her...

I remember the first time we met,
I can never take my eyes of you...

It seems just like yesterday,
When we first met...

Just one look,
You took a place in my heart...

Delicate as a flower,
Comes and goes like days and night...

Walls are cracked and fist bleeding,
Trying to avoid this angry feeling...