Wind rustles down my vien
And I feel no pleasure; no pain
Things go fast, a lot through
When I catch her over a mug of bru
My world tangents hers.
And our love, a secant to our souls.
She is that beautiful string
Oscillating the pendulum of my course.
I like to be alone at times.
But even then i don't mind her presence
For I feel one with her, no two-ship exists,
Only one-self blossoms.
Without her, there's a blackhole in me
That shrinks me from inside.
With her, I'm back to life
But the greed's never satisfied.
In the quest for new & exciting,
I forgot to cherish the existent.
And now, when I try to rewrite the story,
The errors are blatant.
P.S. Happy Birthday.