In a gloomy room of the barren cave,
Where old adventures are being clasped.
Sounds of whispering fears and quaking voice intermesh.
I felt habitual raspy arms on me,
Saturrating an acquainted declaration to me.
Oh no! That proclamation.
That proclamation has turned out to be my most adored supplication.
But this time around, I found it unrivalled to the past ones.
I was overcome with the words of that euphonious voice,
Which made me echoed “I love you too”.