His love for her is not a steward of time
Nor is it a broken word, or a rhyme
It is an endless river that flows
Through his heart, with an enchanting chime

And when he had to set it free
It brought him down, like a broken tree
One sight of hers, is all that he craves
For when he leaves, by his side she should be

He looked at her, as he let it go
All his love, he saw it flow
Down the path she went that day
And felt an agony, agonizingly slow

And as she went, out of his sight
He saw his world, go out of light
The darkness brought with it something new
A pain that burned him, brighter that bright

He heard his heart fall to the ground
Saw pieces of it, fall all around
And with each piece that broke that day
His feeble world, got slowly drowned

It had been, so wonderfully green
For him and her, since the dawn of thirteen
But now it was, the shades of blue
The show was over, with the end of that scene

Now as he went on all alone
On a path, to which he was an unknown
He thought of her, and to let her know
That the love they shared, would be cast in stone

For his love for her, is not a steward of time
And loving on, is not a crime
She stays etched in his memory forever
And flows through his heart, with that enchanting chime…