Summer surrounds me everywhere;

Yet the winter lies inside in wait;

Gentle indecisiveness is something i wish i cud call this;

With a heart full of feeling to pain is my bait;

I tell myself each day i feel not what i do;

Yet in vain why shud i think of you;

Every minute and in every day i try to reach;

To laugh to sing and anything to do;

Love is never simple nor true;

Yet time will tell is all i can muster to say;

Wish i cud tell u of what i feel is only coz of you;

To live or die with you for dis life from dis day;

Yet love is simple and its true;

With all its might only in what we feel;

To say and do is two different things;

Yet i say for your love i wud kill;

Time shall come and you too will see;

The love that kills me yet so slow;

The love for which i wait and bleed;

Then time itself will come forth and bow;

Time is just a fragment of the tool;

The tool which kills me slow and sweet;

We are His children and for who He sufficed;

The same way for love with death too i shall meet;

Is that oppresive or just imaginative;

I ask myself too through these times so crazy;

Have i taken something so young and naive;

And blown the whole thing till i became hazy;

But one thing they say is true all along the way;

Love is simple and the best feeling in our world today;

So hence i promise my love each word i say is true;

Crazy maybe but none the less all for you!