Why do you cry after a wrangle,
Leaving me in a fit of frenzy,
And make me eat a humble pie.
If I could cut my breast open,
I would have allowed you to touch my heart,
And feel the throbbing of remorse.
'Is a woman's cry different from a man's?'
I cry from within that leaves no mark to show,
While your tears overwhelm me.
Though our thinking and our inclinations
Are poles apart,
Yet opposite poles lure each other,
Leaving us crazy,
For just a loving touch of one another.
Had both of us been born blessed,
Our love would have been ethereal.
But the curse of being a mortal haunts me,
And I think of the separation that is miles away.
Let the seconds be converted into years,
And a year equivalent to a thousand light years,
Before 'Time' could tear our 'Love' to pieces.
Ergo, 'Time' cannot end our 'Love,' that will
Live even beyond our lives!