A blissful laughter striking her divine appearance,
just bellyful to confine my breath.
Her eyes as charming as the lotus petal,
pretty enough to remain joyous even after death.
Her voice resembling the squash of the ocean springs,
giving swift adrenaline rush to my nervous strings,
and thus enthralling my heart and crazy soul,
still confessing you my heart out remains an arduous goal.
Might be our stars weren't destined to each other,
your remembrance is enough to keep our spirits together.
Let the Doomsday come and do whatsoever;
still there'll be a place commemorated among the stars and our souls devoted to each other.