I can feel the night wrapping myself in a blanket,
Filled with cotton balls made of ice,
You threw in the winter when it was cold.
My window still wants the presence of you,
In the place which is secured for you in the lawn.
The tree wants you to clasp it one more time,
Ascertaining the natural sentiment,
You would whisper are unheard by few.
Flowers too shows a missing view,
By dancing on your arrival they blossom into something new.
Now they are all withered,
and kept in a place unprecedented and new.
This night remind you and of your love shed,
In the most startling way when our eyes met.