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.