Bittersweet Rendezvous

*bittersweet rendezvous*

At an old bench where she used to stay

There he passed by one gloomy day

Without such a feeling of uncertainty


Lonesome hearts met in a special way

At an old bench where sweet moments hid


Where faith grows and lives collided

The captivating scent of this young lady

Ended a man’s doubt and let them marry

At an old bench her shadow solemnly showed

While his smile kept such pain and tear flowed

A woman’s heart once enticed by his sweetness

A man’s rude heart departed with bitterness.

At an old bench stays a heroine’s memory

A man passes by holding a glimpse of yesterday

Years when both hearts are in furlough

Moments last in a bittersweet rendezvous.