People Had Started,
Calling Him A Mad.
The More They Called Him,
The More Love For Her He Had.
He Was In Love,
More Than He Knew.
With Every Look Of Her,
Like Nething It Grew.
He Wanted To Propose,
Having In The Eyes A Glow.
But Word Were Unwilling,
So He Said With Xpression,S Flow.
He Had Thought That,
All Around Was Only Lovesick Air.
But His Thoughts Came To Halt,
When She Gave Him An Unseen Stare.
Hated By All,Also By Her,
All,Even Her To Hate.
By That Comes My Motto,
And May Be That’s My Fate.