Beloved,

I love you, not to be loved in return.
Even not to be acknowledged,
I love you to be in love myself…
and feel the tinge of loving someone more than myself.

Till time says good bye.

Paro

P.S. – may be when its winter now
“may be” you still remember our long talks together…
so many times we send the sun down in the horizon
only with our talks together.