SwaRon OS: Waiting.

The form it takes is of poetry

I was walking on a lonely road

I thought about the love he showed

His every touch meaning ecstasy

His chocolate lips be so tasty

Today all of it is just a memory

His concern no more left; in the hearts treasury

A broken glass that I've become

Now waiting for him to come

His voice which is music to my ears

The tease's we got from our peers

The lover's-tiff we had overcome

Now waiting for him to come

Swayam a name that I chanted

His passion for me; leaving me enchanted

The hugs in between us we welcomed

Now waiting for him to come

My cries now left unseen

Coming together only a dream

But still I'm waiting for him to come

Only waiting for him to come