I stand beneath the oak tree
pounding over
the good old memories
of our intimacy!
pounding over
the good old memories
of our intimacy!
The days fell short
and nights grew long
missing each of our proximity
we spend it together!
and nights grew long
missing each of our proximity
we spend it together!
Wandering over the empty streets
or sailing through the loaded streets
never minding of the surrounding
so deeply mesmerized in love!
or sailing through the loaded streets
never minding of the surrounding
so deeply mesmerized in love!
Giggling at silly jokes
teasing over the little secrets
we conceded our meetings
melting our hearts each moment!
teasing over the little secrets
we conceded our meetings
melting our hearts each moment!
Whispering at each other’s ears
and holding hands with comfort
after mad fights and tiny wars
meant to prolong that jiffy till death!
and holding hands with comfort
after mad fights and tiny wars
meant to prolong that jiffy till death!
Lovely days are those
which may never come back
and I sit beneath the oak tree
cherishing those vanished memories!
which may never come back
and I sit beneath the oak tree
cherishing those vanished memories!
