The day I felt the true love .
The road which I took had a great curve
I couldn't think anything but only her,
As like a honey bee only thinks of flower.

To me she was only who mattered,
And because of this my all other things tattered.
I tried everyways to get closer ,
But in the eyes of her I was only a looser.

Slowly the last day came ,
This day I was very pale and lame .
As I knew I would never see her again,
For me that day my eyes ,
Which used to be sunny had a day long rain