Thunder clouds gather ominously
as a wounded heart starts a tale of sorrow
Of how a soul , a beacon light, burnt the heart it held within
Old flame , they say..old flame indeed !! does fire ever soothe

Beaming on top of the world, a feeling which only the ecstasy of Love
can give
The steps we climbed on ,she pulled it down as her wont
Why , why does she always lead one up the garden of posterity?
where the weeds and thorns of selfish thoughts strike your every nerve

But yet again, when calmness fights a losing war
Those golden embers of a tender touch ,peeps out through the corner of
the heart
Battleships of Cupid prepare for a final onslaught
If I do survive, death for the elegy, five letters is all it takes