Your touch your care

All the way,

I wonder

Was it me, Or for her?

I can see

Your love for her,

In your eyes, Your desire for her.

Your diary tells thousand of pages,

Noone me, But all her.

My eyes are not blue, My hair not the ocean tide.

My body not curvy, like her; you admired.

I doubt

whatever you said,

Was it me,

Or her

All the way.

My tears question

Why?

Do thee know

What sin thee made?

Does thy conscience has fallen so low? Bewitched by the love, you killed one love.

Why?

all the way,

It was never me.

But, only her, forever her…