I missed you my lovely one
Thinking of you becomes a hobby of mine.
Have you remember that promise of yours?
A promise that I'm always yours.

As people live and die,
As chances say yes or no,
As gatecrashers eat and leave,
Promises are meant to make then break.

Wherever you are, whatever you do
Thank you, if I should say so.
With those moments, you became a part of me
Moments that will never happen again called as memories.