I encountered a fading moment, In the sparkling eyes of a lady. The gamble to express my love, At the behest of my feelings, Was like the evanescing tail- Of a nugatory shooting star; Dead in the dead of the dark.
My verses whispered in the past, In the dreams of a dead poet. The effort to pen my thought, At the beat of unusual events, Was like awaiting for dreams- In the purposeless slumber, And the tumultuous din of day.
But your words are my symphonies- And in your company is my epiphany.