A year has gone,
Yet I stand Alone.
Waiting for someone special ,
Dressed up , having done all earthly facial
With a heavy heart,
As I study literature and art.
Whatever I study the protagonist is he or me,
So special is he for me.
Every second my love grows,
As I feel it within happiness glows.
I m sure he'll come this year ,.
That's the reason I left fear
