A dream which I bear in tender hands,
A dream full of love
to know nothing but to be in love.
Love makes me feel the ecstasy.
A punch of joy into my heart
and it beats up with light.

But that dream is no more.
No longer does it make its way to the shore,
not to reach anywhere to love.
No longer do I kiss the winds with love in my lips,
the winds are breezy though,
which doesn't tempt me like before.

I feel everything but not too much,
Its like a fading dream
which no longer persists
and love that never exists.