He carved her name,a wound in his hand,
the blood dripped absorbed by the sand.
yet,he was unable to convince his love.
for him,it was a mystery;hard to solve.
she was not so mean,she gave him a try.
he was astonished and overwhelmed,
he ceased to try.
But later, she grew tired of his flatter.
she left him,cause love couldn't satisfy her.
Tragic was a part of him
and then idea struck his head.
he took a pen.
No! he threw it and took a knife again.
he signed her name below his hand
with the stain.
now my friends;it has been years
since he is dead.
The reason, the woman
he thought that god has made.
His woman still lives happily
without any care;
with her,his happiness and sorrow
he couldn't share.. |
