Have you ever felt like this:
Your rose that you offered to a woman,
Crush onto your face to the extent
That you realise you are no longer human.
Have you ever felt so lost that you love a person
Through thick and thin to an extent that you
Don’t know whether you are living in future or present?
Have you ever been lost in someone’s heart to an extent that you
Are confused about whether there is love or not to herself?
Have you ever loved someone like you never did before
But still felt not appreciated?
Have you ever seen poet scars in writing that can’t be mended,
Only real love can do that?