In the distance as far as the eyes can see,
And in the solitude of a lonely heart,
There lives a desire to be known to one,
There is a desire never to be torn apart.
From the initial feeling of attraction,
To the later stages of attachment,
The two lives go on to entangle,
So much so that they coexist as one.
Later when fate plays a role,
There always remains a pain,
The pain that is known to love as love,
And known to hurt in hate as love too.
Even then it never ceases to amaze me,
This falling in love and in pain,
For just as soon as one story is done with,
Yet another one blooms to begin.
