Each Time I think of U, I pen My Thoughts. Rhyme them in Verses, that end up with Dots. Our Love Story that began, in the month of November. Is no more a Story, I would want to Remember. U filled My Heart, with Sorrow and Pain. All My Hard work, went down in Vain. The Love Letters U wrote, I've torn them to Pieces. I'm now a Man in Pain, a Pain that never Ceases.