hundreds of thousands of words, we told through our whole life
tens of thousands of sentences, you wrote in your novel
thousands of dreams, we dreamed through our passing dark nights
millions of images, we left in our moving past times
but my friend at the end, I carry
only a few images of withered petals except all those nightmares yet I can feel a few dreams of yours, repeatedly
even I can recall a few words of yours that grew the motion of life maybe you can feel a few words of mine
As the words that can make a wonderful lyric "I love you, that holds an eternal truth" yet that shining as a crystal of diamond .. ~ @Musfiq us shaleheen