Love Her the most....
Words starts to hide behind the tears, which will never come out of My Eyes....
Yes, She was a bunch of Deluding Hopes for Me,
which Life gave Me when I first saw Her,
and told me to keep it close to My heart,
till the warmth of My Heart and body turns to chilling cold....
Till now she was following the trials left by Me,
It was Me who told Her not to follow My trails,
As It was not the one She had to follow....
But I will Love Her till My death,
when the curtains of My life fall before Her Love.
Still My Heart tells Me in rhythm with its beats,
'She's Yours, She's Yours....'
But Why? ? ? ? The Question remains....
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