What do you do when your love has been snatched away from you?
Who do you ask has kidnapped my love and made me blue?
Well, it is society and its rules and its dictates,
That has made me separate from my mate.

I can no more feel his rugged cheek and care,
I can no more ruffle his unruly hair,
I can no more feel his soft lips on mine
And his strong hands holding me and making me fine.

The pain has made me numb now,
But my heart aches for him and how,
I wish it was not so tough,
But it seems now even we’ve had enough.

Our love seems to fade like the ink in old books,
One days perhaps I’ll forget how he looks,
If I run into him someday,
Will our love blossom in the same way?