No more late night calls,
No more good morning messages,
No more hearing that voice,
No more sudden kisses,
No more sharing pictures,
No more holding hands,
No more untold promises,
No more singing together.
A sudden winter will come.
That will freeze your heart
And your soul would be numb.
And one day will come; when
Warm spring will pour kiss
Again on those lips.
Moonstruck 