People come and go…
Some stay for a while
Others just to file
Few to mingle and mile

Seems ordinary, it is man’s line
To encounter is a stranger’s dine
To experience is a natural vine
And to leave is another fulfilling sign

But, when you learn to love
This new company in departure’s knob
You’ll wish not to lose the memories of the past
Projecting the future to stay as present and last

Whatever feeling it may be…
A sweet desire, a sincere devotion
Unconditional friendship or an everlasting premonition
The thought is you’ll regret this love of affection

If only you could buy the needs and wants of the ambition.
If only you can build a compound of your own and have your love of battalion.
Forever, you’ll be secured, confident and competent
To have their presence
Until the end of life, it has no permanent!