Through a heartless night, sailed you away
Acting deaf to the heart begging you stay
Around a year sank to the depth of hell
No news… as if you sank there as well
Till the day I woke up to a knock at my door
No one but a letter, a rose and a ring were left on the floor
No one was knocking then, but still echoes a hard knock
Is it real! is it a dream! or it’s how sounds a shock!
Storms of passion, missing and love in a letter hidden
Few words with blood, so warm, written
“Sorry with love, shall we go back now to the start?”
Their echo reached nowhere, but the depth of heart
Ran tears, wept beats and shivered knees
What a “Sorry” means, and what pain does it cease!
What a “Rose” means, and how many wounds can it cure!
One, five, ten! what about the rest! NO garden can cure!
And what a “Ring” means, and why shall I whisper “YES”
Can it kill the bleeding nights! can it erase all that mess!
Come back…take your things and never show up again, it’s a “goodbye”
Raising up these three has risen an unseen truth to the seventh sky
Thanks; just for this neither for the rose, nor for the ring
And keep this in mind; “Love costs nothing, yet broken; costs everything”