Tears from my eye,
Fall to the ground and die.
I hope my tear drops from heaven fall on her,
And blossom something magical in her,
Something called Love.
I wish that she blows me a flying kiss,
Which if I miss,
I’ll circle the globe to catch it.
I can make wonders with you by my side,
But first sadness is something I must hide,
For you are not mine.
Come back please.
I will be waiting,
Even if it takes eternities.

-Santhosh