I don't know the gem of me,

Its you who should tell me.

If there is anything at all,

Its what I know of me,

The truth you are my love.

Like the lone lost flower of winter,

Like the stone paved ways of our garden,

Like the morning birds that never forget its song,

I keep loving  though I keep losing out.

Its something I always find I am able to do,

The least I know if I am good in it,

The least I know if there is any good in it,

The best I know is,

I still keep loving you...

........................Priyan............after a long time......