Hours and years....

As minutes melt into hours and years
Leaving behind heartache and tears
I helplessly sob and cry
Hating each and every sigh
But what am I to do
The only thing I need is YOU

The blood flowing in my nerves
Only to revive your memmory it serves
Marrow in my bone, calcium in my spleen
Only one purpose; they all have seen
To labour and serve. Its their desire
The only one which they require

Even a little hurt on your knee
Panics me more than world war three
The sight of one tear drop
Is enough to make thorns crop
Piercing my heart and soul
Oh Fate ! Why do I play this role

Where death is synonymous to life
Every breath cuts through like a knife
For without her even a bunch of roses
Are equivalent to a pile of ashes.