I've been trying to pen down a few words
I don't know where to begin
There's a lot going on within me
Maybe its love. Again.

Love had its share of bittersweet tricks
Maybe now its my time to gleam
A thunder of questions in my head
And I don't care about any

It the magic of your smile
September love pecks on my cheek
Or is it that time of the year when
Silly Cupid goes mocking at me

Oh could it be true?
Once for real.
Could it last more than
Another September.