Waiting for you in this beautiful garden,
all my tears flow out to harden.
Wishing you to come to me;
as soon as the Sun could we see.
No voice could I hear from you;
Makes me upset and shiver in my shoe.
In no danger should you be;
for never has it happened like this from thee.
I realize today how much I love;
more than the heights to which fly a dove.
Words of wise truly said;
'Eyes, more precious for the blind'.
Love for you, I truly realise.
Before being blind, I've to save my eyes.
Shed your sorrows, my dear dame;
come back to me and light the flame.
The flame of love......
Missing you lots..............
