When the sun starts setting
When the clouds come flying
She would reach out to me
The life said
Or was she lying...
Perhaps.

When the sky turns pale
When the moon gets eclipsed
Don't we need to be cared for
By each other
And hugged
And caressed
And kissed...
Perhaps.

When the nights miss sleeps
When the days skip naps
Is it not that
My eyes will slowly elapse
And indeed
I will eventually collapse...
Perhaps