Here I lie upon the ground of my kindled garden of truth .
All burnt to ashes , after a holocaust of sweet memories ,
That took away the luster of a zealous youth
And blurred the pages of pleasant stories .
The love we had , lingers !
Once bloomed evergreen with the hymns of a perennial affection .
Now lays waste and hibernate in the tip of two strangers fingers .
Strangers whose minds deny each other's existence , whose hearts beseech each other's attention .