As she opened her book of love, petals of roses flew with the breeze outside.
Her eyes filled with emotions
Memories stormed her mind
Happiness tingled her instincts
Love spread the sweet fragrance
Hatred squeezed her wrist
People she lost but not their words
Time she lost but not the memories
Love she lost but not the heart
Hate she left but not the impact
Fell on her knees, her nerves went breaking
Some are so beautiful that we dream about them
Some are so related that we involve in them
p.c : google
