I miss you.
I miss you.
Like a desert misses the rain,
They say there’s no gain
Without the pain,
But I don’t want this pain.
I ache for you (want you) so much,
So much.
It can never be explained.
My heart is withered and dried up,
It’s time for us to rise up,
You’re the rain that is going
To set me free.
We may be apart right now,
But our love is going to grow.
My heart belongs to you,
And this my love,
The world is going to know.
-Abhishek Gupta