When we met, that was the day i thought i had a date.

You being the modest girl,

And me being the demurring boy.

Yet we met, which was the sign by the mighty fate.

As then then the talks got more intense,

I could surely complete your next sentence.

You had the most pretty hair,

Those had the crimson shining glare.

And when the wind gust made them swirl,

Even the tulips seemed so dull,

That was the time when i came to know,

That i fell deep into your love.

Baby that was exactly a five,

All i did not wanted to say was bye.

What they say is true, sometimes I believe 

That best moments are those which make you laugh,

But also in the end they make you cry.

Cause those ain't happening again again,

But I believe, oh i do i do certainly do,

That thats not the end,

Instead good times are further to begin. 

- Hrishikesh J C