Her misconceptions...

She felt, in my mind, it was all bcoz of the past.
Ain't she know, I went to the future at last.
Listen o'dear,
the storm isn't just due to a fear,
Neither it's just memories of you and mine,
But only the possibility of our destined divine.
The thought of you and me on the roof under the moon,
And the feeling that the moment shouldn't end soon,
Is probably the cause of all this selfishness and hate,
As all happiness seems out of my fate.
In the end you live anywhere,
Just know that I used to and will think of you always and not just rare.
Howmuchever you think that for you it was not fair,
He knows I tried to present the best of my care.