Upon these earth's lips I utter
I love you I said...

In a forlorn night with the pouring rain
City lights of doom and laughter of people in vain...

The clock struck 11,
Thinking how time could stand still...

Walking home alone at night
With intense city lights blinding my sight...

Two years and still counting
Of weeping and thinking...

Amidst the night, the poet's mind awakes
The ghost of you stands out...

Oh autumn in the middle of spring
Every day I try to run but always slow down...

Beautifully strange it was
How we met...

Only now
Have I realized...