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.