They ought to leave that day
As beautiful fog makes its way
For the bright sun in the winter
Their eyes met just to shatter
Who told them to halt?

Something has to be felt
As those eyes stopped
For the final treat
As the stars melt
How they felt?

The cold air caresses her hair
His hand opened unsent letter
He had dumped forlornness to declare.
All the rightful and wrongful share,
Who told her to collect?

The balminess of his body
Separation was compulsory
Albeit they were not ready
Bewitching body could not endure durability
Came closer
Were inch away but parted forever
Why were they unable to pay the rate?

They ought to leave that day
As beautiful fog makes its way
For the bright sun in the winter
Their eyes met just to shatter
Who told them to halt?