You've reached the last page on my diary
And this one was the last one, out of the five
Still you couldn't see a clue
How your presence wasn't missed even in a single line
I began to write cause I felt like I couldn't explain
All these feelings and thoughts that I had
They never quite found an outlet
You finished reading the last line
And stared at me for while
Coffee was cold, and it was evening by now
But you, your face, it lit up like a sunrise
Can there be a feeling greater than love?
I thought to myself
I mean there has to be, right?
Cause I've been in love with so many different people
And I found that each time I could feel things that weren't there
Was I acing the action of loving?
Or that's just how it was supposed to be
Newness every single time
I float a bit longer
In my thoughts of love
And when I returned, I saw your eyes welled up
I touched your cheek lightly with my palm
Asking what was it that made you tear up
You smiled widely and planted a kiss on my cheek
And read the last line out loud
"love isn't tough, it's soft and supple, and love wins everytime, no matter what."