how I long for the past seasons

when we did everything without reasons

peaceful where the nights

serene and so calm in your arms I was

feeling the heartbeat resting my head on your breast

at ease I would fall asleep

nostalgia has made me mad

as I reminisce those days of bliss

surely your presence did bless

less am I now that you are absent

smouldering incense I smell all night

recreating the aroma of the love lost

lost is the plot in me

reasons to live alone I find not

hostile and cruel have the seasons become

mockingly the bloom serve to remind me

of the times we walked admirably in the park

light to me is nothing more dark

I long for such a time of full life

Then I could hold the edge of a knife

I lived ignorantly of sorrow

considerate not gloomy tomorrow

an arrow has pierced through my heart

all this gone time I feel had us to borrow