There in the meadows and drops of dew,
When we had our first smiling view,
My heart began to tumble too,
When I said her "I love you"...
It glown up my sorrowful life,
When she became my cheerful wife,
But all my pleasures were lost and gone,
When she died and left me alone...
Now my nerves are almost rolled,
But I still keep up what I told,
That even after being too old,
I will love her as precious gold...
-Sharat Kumar.V