Memories of Those Nights

its has gone old, that night and the memory
meet me again, lets make new story..

those words of yours, those lines of wishes
that making faces behind the bushes

hiding from people and singing songs for you
then listening for hours, the praising from you

that covering of face by the blanket in winters
that telling bad health while lieing to others

quietly besides your pillow every night
murmuring of your laughs in my ear bite

telling me sleeping rhymes with trembling lips
shivering all night with the sleeping bits

that keeping me awake in long long nights
that happiness on your face turn it brights

but all these stories are ages ago..
meet me again to have another woe...