Cursed by tears of she, I held in one hand a rose to resemble the theme of new love. Chained by diamond flashes on my wrist, the time taken to put together the puzzle of a broken heart stunned vulnerable tearing eyes. Hanged by black tie, so much I had in common with the mourner of true love. Attired all black, the warmth within the colour was felt by the hearts that just loved yet. In an affection garden, I walked firmly with the pose of perfection. Glowing face, I stretched the muscles and crafted a smile of romance. With untied shoe lease, on the floor with knees I exposed an empty heart. Then it shamed me to reach for the hand that had been stained with my name 'forever'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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