Let me take you back to the night,
When the road was not much employed,
The street lights anomalous,
There were puddles from last nights rain,
and the road looked,
as pretty as you.
The dichotomy of love,
what you expect ?
It’s a distant memory now,
Someday after years to come,
when wrinkles makes you more beautiful,
If we see each other,
with the tired eyes longing for this,
I would like to hear story of your life,
and how I still believe that,
Love still tastes like you!