The fantasy of love came true to me,
With an eternal lover,
Who made me even more alive than I used to be,
I see that it was all mine with time,
But idiotic me who let it slip by due a new rhyme
The new rhyme is how I imagined it to be,
But it's not my fantasy,
Now I've lost a part of me with the eternal love which had come to me,
Now do you see me faking it all,
And living in fear which I had earlier fought.
And after loosing a part of me,
Oh! I see why fantasies are never true to be,
Because with human complicated mind,
We can never keep the charm of our fantasies.
Be patient for fantasies to come true and cherish them forever