Year after years may pass by / Along with the precious memories of thy / Moments spent alonside gave estacy like cloud nine / Riverie like Susan of Wordsworth, Vernal nature of Keats, Skylark of P. B. Shelly are joint accumulation of your beauty / Your presence provides calm of shivering dew / Happiness is rendered in lieu of you. / But Everything is Sublimation that ends in sepulchre of mine.

Adieu my poetic fancy, adieu once again/ The Endearment will last till my soul will remain