Now, if I don't call
you
a glittering starlet of the sky
or a beautiful rose bud.
its not, my Love is fake-
in fact the patterns are so changed.
And now, that your lips are not as pink
which I used to praise
or skin with lines
that was smooth like phrase
my 'love'
for your soul has not changed.
But your words are still so soft
those were soothing to my heart
and your touch is warm
when I shiver in the rain.
believe me 'my love'
"I am alone but still the same.
