Till My Last Breath

An angel came in to my heart
Direct from the heaven to this land
She is the richest person
And I am only a waiter in an hotel
But she is friendly with me
And I am feeling little awkward to stand beside
I know I am an Idiot
And I can only love her till my last breath

She comes regularly to my hotel
And I know she looks for me
She shares her every moment
I am a stupid waiter, never told my love
I find the eagerness in her
To listen the three magical words from me
Still I am an Idiot
And I can only love her till my last breath

One day She came with her friends
I was surprising that she behaves with everyone as same
and a man proposed her with a rose
She accepted everything with a smile
And I am confused and realized
That she never loved me
And I am an Idiot
I can only love her till my last breath

She erased my every hope
She forgot each and every moment with me
She never realized my love
She remained me just only a waiter
She is hurting with every word she had talked to me
She never understood my sincere love
But I am still an Idiot
I can only love her till my last breath
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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