Someone waiting with brows so wet,
Gleam of his eyes hasn't returned yet.
Gazing desperately at the deserted door,
Where he finds his darling no more.
No wind around whispering to tell,
That his sweetheart is perfectly well.
The woes ever soaring day by day,
Shortening his life the beloved's delay.
Lilies bloomed there when she was here,
The gloom now inhabits everywhere.
The tracks they walked on hand in hand,
Deserted is now that fairy land.
Paths of life 've turned too steep,
With ditches of sorrow so much deep.
True was the love,the promises strong,
Intricate to understand what went wrong.
Where had started the expectations' fall,
How were forgotten unforgettable moments all.
Absence of hers has turned him pale,
But firm determination can never fail.
Wait he'll with spirits quite high,
Open is the door,hope'll never die.