Friday, 2 March 2018

This was her only love story



Among the crowd, there was a heart like a drought,
with a lot of noise outside but silence inside,
plenty of faces at side but blind at sight,
in search of love her heart flew like a dove.

oh! her heart, oh! her soul,
the love of her life had a very small role,
with less togetherness and with little hope,
it all sat like a lifeless rope,

she had dreamed a life with him,
full of care and love they grew,
sharing all precious time together,
just love and no place for hatred rather,

the dream was sweet and precious for her,
but he went too far and was no longer near,
she waited for him all alone,
days and weeks passed so long,

she was alone with a heart broken,
with no joy and happiness to be spoken,
but then he came back to her,
after hurting a lot he was back without any fear,

she knew soon he would go back,
again leaving her with sadness full of sack,
so she uttered it was better for both,
to leave each other's heart before any growth.

and in the end this was her only love story, this was her only love story.

1 comment:

  1. I think this would be a stronger poem without rhymes. The rhymes here are constraining you. Have shorter stanzas, have striking images, have the lines which steal your heart. Do not be bound to rhyme.

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