Birth Of NeW LovE...
I watched her day i watched her night helped the window by my side, my pen and paper sang many a songs, tunes of life helped me riveted at her sight, she wasn't a symbol of the modern beauty by any means, but it made my heart buy some creamy scenes, fool or a foul was not her middle name, nor were her words, false and lame, crowded was the night when we first met, i felt as if she was a star and i was bathing in sunset, not a word of love did we preach and discuss, for it was innocence and simplicity that binded us not caress, we helped ourselves to silence after a boring talk, i felt as though parting of a sudden thirsty feeling had taken me down, but still today i feel the same love for her, whether it is parting of souls or birth of a new love.