What good is dreaming you,
When waking up, it couldn't be true?
What good is a smile,
When the intended couldn't see it for a while?
What good is a song from the heart,
When it would not be heard from the start?
What good is a beautiful rose,
When after days, it would be hideous?
What good is saying I Love You,
When she can't hear it?
Or rather wouldn't feel you,
Or intended not to embrace it?
What good is this piece too,
When you it could not woo?
And What good is me,
Without you?
