Missing Love

There was someone, who took my life,
When I died for her, went out of my eyes.
When I went for search, I was lost in her,
I wanted to chat, but in me, something she hate.
Saying something to her, I only got hurt,
And the cutter in hand, only gave cuts.
But still her hate, increased my love.
When my dream was about to halt,
I thought my life, was away from all.
The time had come, when I have to die,
And the use of knife, poison and a tie.
Now,
Happy am me, because happy will be she,
Heaven for me, but the hell is to live.
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