Epitome of love, for me who was
Now is a warmth that canopies no more
Brimming love, castles in the air
Were all hollow promises, false pretenses
Blemishes, bruises all over my soul
For one who tended cares no more
Every breath a burden on my soul,
Each passing second is fight against fate,
For gone is the one who numbed the pain.
The coat of happiness, my attire
Missing is the one, who saw beyond that guile
Whose shoulder on which I would cry
As tears flows through her eyes, she knew
She wa stranded again like so many times.