Treat to Retreat...

Sometimes,I don't know,

What is right and wrong,

As i don't believe,

In a bunch of throng.

I love walking with someone,

I love talking to someone,

I don't want to name,

I don't want to claim.

Walking on the streets,

Is always a treat,

sometimes, i retreat,

My treacherous heartbeats.

She will be in my prayers,

An act, so rare,

She will be an eternal part,

Right in my heart.