Cruel Love Poem by DL Mondays

What’s the sense of living
When your heart has died it’s beating…
What is life’s pure meaning…
when you’re already gone and leaving…

Does this love cost all my life
And now it’s worth like strife…
Then Stabs my heart with love’s death knife…
To end a light in front as live…

IS it so wrong to save a love…
Because you’re now a flying dove
Oh this cruel love that makes me weep…
Will you lay me now to forever’s sleep?