For so long I've been an author,
Letting a pen and a piece of paper be my voice,
Busy telling the world how to live,
Bringing reality in a blink of an eye,
Now I have a claim to make,
To let go of my million drafts.

From novels about the mighty ones,
The time when Romeo and Juliet defeated love,
Till where Cleopatra died in vain.
Isn't that when love had a meaning?
Unlike now when we can't even tell who we love!

As the old saying goes,
"True love isn't about the number of kisses... but it's the feeling that still lingers long after the kiss is over",
Well now I think I understand the meaning behind that,
But...