Would time tell that once we were Two wandering kinds in the realm of love Knew we belong yet denied It was just blooming in our hearts What I abandoned To love one thing and hate another
Young love is but a fountain of memories You cherish it with your toes curling Deep in my heart I knew you're the one You're tender, rare and witty
You were an innocent rose Spreading its scent to unfamiliar world You're a flower whose beauty matches no vase.