JADE KAUR

She loved him with all her heart,
But he pierced it with a dart,
They're so called love bloomed like a rose,
That's newly sprung in June,
Which he sweetly played like a tune,
Little did he know that every night she cried herself to sleep,
To sleep so deep; to never awake,
The pain she felt everyday; she had fake love faith,
But he already knew that,
Then her wish came true in the month of February,
She drank poison like Juliet,
A tragedy to the sweet affair that led to her death,
She knew that he loved someone else; and never her,
She had to end the grief,
He also knew this and even asked her to leave him,
But she couldn't she loved him,
Here's where this all end,
A tragedy - The sweet Affair.