Here falls again the last leaf
And passing out the fourth autumn
Since I have been loving you,
But failing to express.
The more my love grows for you,
Less I am becoming confident to face you.
Shall I call myself 'Coward'?
Or should I wait for some more time?
I left behind dozens of clue,
But you never sees a single
Like a blind man of Henshaws
And I remained helpless......
Now I wonder, if proposing you is must
Or will you understand me someday
Because sometimes,
Lövîñğ ýöû îs sîlèñt...!
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