When I lost her, I found her.
The girl of hundred dreams.
She was so much there that I never felt her presence.
Like the cold breeze and Fragrance.
She never asked me how much I loved her.
Never did I tell her what I really felt.
We always held hands but never held hands,
Like the cold breeze and Fragrance.
I was heartless, hurtful and bad.
She was always beaming with life.
I made her unhappy, she made it pleasant,
Like the cold breeze and Fragrance.
Beautiful lines
Thank you.