Yet you are not here

The time marched on and wore me numb..
Yet you are not here right In my arms..
You did not come yet not even for the pain of loss of your dear presence here..
I found lacking in you that high compassion which can overbear mine
I grieved over your reluctance for my pure loving heart's sake
Yet You did not come and yet you did not love me
Thus my love traveling alone with a lost soul
I know that and knew it all..
Yet these deeds of mine are more divine than rest of all
Was it not worth a little hour or more.. Was it not worth a little minute or more
Yet..You, a woman, came and reached to soothe this time-torn man; even though it is as it is.. Yet you did not love me..
I give you my love with the same ardour and with the same passion; weigh it see and taste it and feel
Read through the story and dont hesitate to prepare to be sorry
You never knew till now whom to love or how to love..
But I am glad that I know whom I should..
Search for that beauty you want to sing all the while that music lasts
Once the music stops you cant make the old young..
As the time decays.. All life decays..
But there will be my song singing..with the same ardour and with the same passion..
Sing along and enjoy the journey..
Let not the time just march and wear you numb..