There was an open book,
No one could never read it
Neither one could ever understand it

There was an incomplete story,
No one could write it
No one could read it.

There  was a painful wound,
Could never be filled
Could never have erased

There was a sweet tune,
No one can hear it.
Nor could ever sing it.

there was a strange personality,
No one could recognize him.
No one could ever forget him.

There was a rays of hope ,
No one could wake it
Nor could touch it.

It was a Talk of Love
No one Could speak it
And could never have felt it.

©sameeromles