I feel incomplete
In what I have...

I can still remember
I was in the garden of love...

A petal that has been flown
The wind that carried thousands of her...

It was just a week
A month and a year...

I used to love this place
Where i had grown...

We have been friends
For years and months...

Time
Fight for its time...

With a pen and a paper
My writing started to bloom...

Just a smile
In your face...

I know
You are...

A walk in the path to heavenly homes,
Inches part each other...

I remember that silent night
I was sitting by the window...