So much in love,
you were blinded by her sight
But you whipped off her memories in a go
as you bade everyone Goodbye.
I'd heard too much, too long
of how madly you loved her
that a day without her, would go astray
to see her once, each day you'd pray!
You called her, your God-your faith
so much trust you had in her
then where did it all go,
in the prophecy of the Judgement Day?
Love is selfless, as selfish it can be
To make is to take,
To Lie and to fake
and yet,we love, we hurt, we love again.
But to call your love, Love
would not be so right
You didn't love her.
You don't destroy people you love.
