Last night, your lost memories crept into my heart ; i realised. I loved you; and perhaps I love you still The flame of love perhaps, is not fully extinguished; yet but dont you be more sadby me. I loved you without hope, a mute lover At times too jealous and at times too shy.
when i think of old happy memories, from corner of heart where they are hidden, it brings me smile as spring arrives secretly into a barren garden, as a sick person feels well, for no reason.
May God provide another who will love you As tenderly and truthfully as I.