Analysis of "Pain That Stings"

In the list of good books, There exists not many names but few. & even from them 'one' to whom,  You feel your eyes whispers too. Below the earth ,above the sky blue, But still everything around seems new.  Spending pocket-money is a only act to do, Say' on cards or rest on flowers too. The moments are delicate as due, Though words prints on heart as said by jew, You made every lie sound true, Made your love hidden with not a single clue, You met daily yet the meeting is due, After 365 days -cannot utter 'I love you'. You talk about climate in general the view, You know each other then a stranger-kyon? If these stories make your night glew,  There is a suggestion from me to you. Never dare to dream ' Cause dream never comes true