Pursuance

I wonder the words to pen here, Once I said you those three words And you assayed a story thereafter. Few letters were found brushed off Few were found bedded with dusts Leaving rest of the pages tore apart Where the letters within... were lost somewhere. Thenceforth I sought to pen few new stories I found those same letters were repeated From the unsanded story ... That we once secured to write together. Yet I tried to perceive few fresh letters ANd there I was perplexed When those letters synonymised The letters...those were lost somewhere When the pages of the unsanded story were tore apart. Once I tried to pen the same old story But thence you already composed one of yours'' And thereafter I left it incomplete Yet penning it with few scattered letters And mindless words. You seemed to pen yours" with melodic words And I lamented mine, You were blessed to revive with a new life And I was cursed Still searching for those letters...lost somewhere. Yet I pray to be blessed with those letters So that I can pen it again... I just need to find out those same old letters But here I need you So that I can assay the same story hereafter.