love actually....

I thought i will never write again,
of which i write now...
of love, of hurt,
of a gal, of missin her.

She doesn't love me
nor if she knew.
But i love her,
and that is what i know.

I met her.
we spoke, but i spoke more.
maybe she saw through me,
and lame i am.

It is midnight now.
But i guess i miss her.

I saw her in the crowd.
Like an angel she looked.
But it is midnight now,
I am so lost...

                                                      An angel she is,

perfect and sweet
obliging and true.

And I love her.
Is all i know...!!

Tomorrow i will be back again..
tryin to wipe her away...
of love that never was...