Dived in his words, my heart's obsessed
Eyes those, surge the universe's wealth
And ambiance in deeds, assemble him prettiest
In his beautiful soul, I drowned myself.

Tiny bumps in time, irresolute our ways
Quarter of lives, drained 'together' dreaming
Fore destiny dreams futile and reality stays
In his beautiful soul, my lifeline's longing.

Was our story written to be incomplete
Or that's the undesired grieve we chose?
I'll miss him as the worlds no longer exist
In his beautiful soul, I stare with my eyes close.

We hand in glove were meant to be tragedic
Melancholy lies beneath the sweetest memories
And our romance dials obstacles too dramatic
In his beautiful soul, I travel spiritual journeys.

© Aena Meshram