I was never afraid of sleeping alone in the cold night,
I was never afraid of having meals by myself,
I was never afraid of walking alone on a summer evening,
I was never afraid of not having someone to share my popcorn,

I was always alone,
But I never felt lonely,

Till the day my eyes met yours under the moon-lit sky.

There it happens again,
Another chapter,
Another heartbreak,
Another sorrow;

Yet again a stint of loneliness,
And that of despair,
Of which I am more than accustomed to,
Of which I am growing numb;

Yet again orphaned by love,
Yet again...

A beauty which even nature wants to caress,
The wind blows to caress her hair,
The light shines to embrace her body whole,
The clouds, green with envy, block the light with their greyed hands,
The mountains try to take a peek by heightening their peaks,

While she looks onto the horizon,
Waiting for another touch,
That is of with love...

Oh how I wish it were to be me!

A thousand poems I could pen,
But it does not compare to the beauty of thy eyes,

A thousand sonnets I could sing,
But it does not compare to the harmony of thy voice,

A thousand words I could say,
But it does not compare to you saying those three words,
It does not compare to you saying "I Love You..."