I know the time is hard,
And, Fate is playing its card;
I promise this pain is ephemeral,
Because our Love is eternal.
The cloudy days will soon be past,
Smiles will adorn the lips at last;
I know it seems difficult though,
But, Love will make a path to flow.
The eclipse will soon be overcome by bright rays,
Let the patience tie knot with positive days;
I agree the journey ahead seems an ordeal,
But, Love will soon garner some zeal.
Let Love mature like Banyan Tree;
As you Grow old with me.