In this un-rhythmic way of life
If I have ever met someone special;
It is Thou on whom I thrive
On whom depends my cause of lethal.

My heart and soul have burnt
With a lots of despair,
After thou have let me learnt
That I am not in your affair.

Though, I am not love by thee
Though, I have no place in your thought,
But thou still special for me
And thou always will be still a lot.

So, I can love you till my last breath
This is my only and final death wish.