an ambrosia of love
permeated the
air
lovers captivated by
its beautiful
fair

two souls tasting the
oneness of love's
romance
a close combination
to the alluring
dance

hearts sharing a profound
link of
emotion
the fruits of love
conferring deep
devotion

ever savouring love's
bouquet so
divine
a harmony of such
satiating
entwine

an ambrosia of love
permeated the
air
lovers captivated by
its beautiful
fair

Life seems to be dark,
with no hope
of light.
Dreams are more
beautiful
than
real life.

With my
weeping heart,
dipped
in the blood of
sorrow,
the petals of a
flower shed,
and what’s
left behind —
is the
dryness of sadness.

When someone asked me:
“What did you
get from being
good?”
I said —
“Nothing.”

“What did you
get for being
quiet?”
I said —
“Guilt.”

“What did you
get by being
the elder?”
I said —
“Expectations.”

“What did you get
from being
innocent?”
I said —
“A title:
'Poor girl'.”

“What did you get
by helping
everyone?”
I said —
“Betrayal.”