Was drifted away with ecstasy, rubbed and erased all fears,
As he was coming to me, he would have been near.
I waited for this July, like no one has waited before,
And I loved him always, with each passing moment even more.
Now, hopes are drifting away, reading his latest letter twice,
Is maintaining this relation by any means wise?
Should I wait for him? He needs more time;
They say for love to be true, it has to be one of its kind.
August is not far away, my heart pleaded my mind,
Though deep within I think, Is my love so blind?
The lady in me crave for his embrace,
For my numb soul, this is a hard phase.
Convicted of falling in love, I have to bear this pain.
Consoling my pounding heart, its pleading will not go in vain.