The Victim Of Love Poem by Parth Bhatia

Time will eventually fly,
People will inevitably die,
Memories will be forgotten,
And so will be I,
But I still promise my dear,
That I'll never make her cry;

A million words won't make her love me,
I know because I've tried,
A million tears won't make her miss me,
I know because I've cried;

My crying soul she did not see,
And my eternal feelings she did not understand,
But I still hope that she'll come back to me,
I still hope that she will come back and hold my hand;

Maybe someday she'd realize,
That my love for her is true,
Maybe someday she'd realize,
That her heart loved me too;

Her beauty lies in her splendid smile,
Her beauty lies in her ecstatic eyes,
And to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face,
My loving soul daily dies;

True love gives you golden memories,
No one can ever steal,
Lost love leaves you with heart deep wounds,
No one can ever heal;

From the cunning trap in her beauty's labyrinth,
My loving, fragile heart would never be freed,
Because it's not her mesmerizing kisses that I yearn for,
But it's her charming whisper that my ears need;

From the dirty river of lust I stay away,
And in the refreshing air of true love I breathe,
Because it's not her flawless body that I yearn for,
But it's a glimpse of her beautiful face that I need;

The influx of nostalgia for the time I spent with her,
Would rupture my veins and make my heart bleed,
Because it's not her romantic aura that I yearn for,
But it's a single drop of her eternal love that I need;

When the epoch of my last days would take place,
And on the inevitable death bed I would lie,
I would exclaim that my last wish would still be,
To be in her arms, and happily die;