The rain seems to have lost its charm,
When I am not in your arms;
The sea has lost its tides,
Never inspired me more than your strides.
What should I write in my page of life?
My fantasies are baked with love and hope;
I may loiter and get back to the ride,
But never in that road.
Sometimes pains outperforms the tears in your eyes,
But yours – all lies;
Sometimes hunger is an act of the heart,
Colorful bubbles of life but dies.
I triumphed many an act of life,
Lost in the final fight!
My remorse often challenges my might,
Never reclaimed my light!