love is fantasy

The love seemed to be fantasy,
which i pretended to be deep for you,..
consequences of your pleads,
made to to accept the truth..
 
But today i'm alone,
and wondering what would i have been,
if you held my hand,
and lead my soul further...
 
Although i'm dead today,
with no tears left to shed,,
but still i've the power,
to reunite my lost soul...
 
You left me the past winter,
and least did the leaves grew,
for now i'm unnoticed tree,
 
i tried to move on,
but each in hurdle i cried for you,
for you were my power,
who knew that's not for ever....
 
I'm still missing u,
maybe only at sad times,
for i least had them,
when your love rode me over!!:(