Apriorim in Winter

Winter in my heart
Tells a thousand story,
Not about the chillness,
But about her glittering glory…
It’s not about her actually,
It’s about me
How I used to care about her, how for her I used to worry…

My love has ended, so am I
Still looking at her picture I ask,
“Don’t make me cry!”
I try and try and to myself I lie,
But at the end of the day I want to ask her-
“When? How? Why?
Tell me my love, why you left me to die?”

She makes me remember of her every day,
How she cried, laughed or used to stay
“I love you my love, and will always may…”
And to tell the truth,
I can’t deny, I can’t ever repent her love,
I can never her pay…
For the love she gave me away…

In this winter,
When the chillness will drop through my spine...
And to forget her enough will be not engulfing
Some glasses of wine
And the moment, when I forget her, would become a scene of crime,
My heart will fail to beat, and my pens will fail to rhyme,
Eyes will be shut, and stop will be time…

But I will never forget,