My Love Was True
Imagination of love, we have within us
It is true beauty of life, however then also nothing ever gets completed
That is often the misery of it and then I do not know what to say?
Always only thought of you as my beloved
Letting life prove its worth is often also the need
Then, I only think of you
Only of you and of you only
Only then I start to get a feeling that you were really the one whom I loved
Truly, I did love you
Only you I have forever loved
Although, now I do not even know that where I am?
I am just so broken that it feels like nothing can ever complete me
Simply, now it seems that I am disjointed
Into so many different ways, that it appears that every pathway is closed
So badly I have been impaired, in more ways than anyone can ever imagine
Do not know which approach to actually utilize
So that I could restore myself back to where I was
My love was true, this is my end.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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