She said her name was love,
She bewitched me with her charm,
So I fell for her,
I thought she meant no harm,
That first day was the best,
I recall every moment,
Its like time had frozen,
I could see her in a slow motion,
Her perfect smile,
The blinks in her eyes,
I never knew one day she'd say goodbye,
All her feelings were piles of lies,
Her favorite colour was red,
She loved flowers especially roses,
The ones she gave me all faded,
Even after I watered them with caresses,
She left without a trace,
Now my heart sobs with an empty space,
Have looked on mountain tops,
Beneath the hills,
Love is no where to be seen,
I hear people call her Valentines,
If Valentines is also Love then she must be dead!
M