With glossy eyes I see;
'our' past that unfolds before me.
the scattered memories we shared,
To let them go I feel scared.

He was never meant for me;
yet I wonder how marvelous we'd actually be.
He never knew me personally,
yet I love him solemnly.

Red was the colour I love on him;
He had that sparkle which never dim.
Waiting after all these years I seek,
the truth hidden deep inside him which never speaks.

Pretending oblivious towards my feelings;
He left me alone with all the dealing.