I was a soft hearted chap in early twenties then With dreamy eyes and a notebook and pen In hand, it was then I saw you for the first time, a true definition of attractions to sublime.
I loved you like anybody has ever loved or cared You were unlike anything I ever got, might loose I feared They mocked me for being ‘possessive’ about you, But how much I trusted and loved you knew only a few.
My love story was like those stories who don’t have a happy ending They have unaltered solitude and a lot of words which are pending. But hear me this ! I still love you, the way I used to love you then It was my sweetest dream ever but I woke up when I realized it was only a dream...just a beautiful dream.