One day I wonder, will I be with you ever?

But whatsoever was happening it seemed like never

Astound I was..seeing you actually talking to me then

Am still pinching to realise..did it really happen...but when?

Now i see things are the opposite

Day without you are mess and nothing is neat 

Your voice, presence, your being ..now matters

Because you fill in the empty places with love and glitters

  'ONLY YOU'