As I walk down the memory lane,
In search of the voices in my head.
All I perceive is an endless pain,
The verses you have bled.

The verses of a broken dove,
The verses of true love,
The verses of some shrine,
The verses of decline.

The desolation of your bliss,
The laughter that you miss.
The grief in your eyes,
The promises and the lies.

Of all the gracious deeds,
Is it here a tender heart leads ?
If this is what you deserved,
No justice will ever be served.

No drops will ever descend.
No hearts will ever mend.
No bird could ever trill,
Not even at her will.

You deserve to be loved,
You're meant to be adored.
The most exquisite of all,
A noblemen's brawl.

At times I crave,
Amidst my mind's conclave.
To hold you in my arms,
Keep you from the harms.

Far away we shall afloat,
Far from the letters they wrote.
Bereft of these endless nights,
Far from this certain blight.

Yet we cannot flow much further,
For I see the tides have changed.
A lady as broken as you were,
Grew stronger when estranged.

I witnessed what it took you,
To be yourself devoid of his gloss.
To forsake the ashes of a foul love,
To adore yourself you now emboss.

How shall I escape this plight,
How shall I soke you in my rain ?
Do I have a right,
To leave you vulnerable again ?

Shall I be joyous,
For you found your long lost shine.
Or shall I be in despair,
For you'll never be mine.

If only I'd have met you before,
If nothing more than this I could've swore,
You would've loved me too,
If only I could love you.