Broken Love Poem by benjamin chong

Her eyes were cold,
as cold as ice.
Her sadness is perceptible
just like mine.
And suffering and pain
is on our minds.
We both share the same sadness,
which causes madness.
i remembered the first day
i met her.
Her smile was just like
a flower.
Though i still love her,
but we were not meant for each other.
we both finally understood,
the misery that couples encounter.
Because our love is about to end...