The desert was heating up
with the scorching heat
So was my mind burning up
with the heat of pain

Every word I began to write
gives me your memories
like a stream flowing from
up the mountain gathering memories

We use to hold our hands tight
and our souls once were one
but slowly I felt, you
are letting it loose

The vine of love which
tied us together , one day
It turned to a burning iron
rope which began to hurt my soul

when we met we...