Why are you struggling my love. What broken love has hurt you like this. Why does A fool pick a rose and damage the tree. Your tear's stains hides the beauty on your face. The resistance in your smile show's your hurt. Your innocent smile has gone to sleep. Your body looks empty of love. Your heart has become silent, the flow of love has stop. You have shut the door to your future love path. A broken heart you have become the victim.
Glen Rambharack
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