It was you, all over the place
And suddenly, there’s no trace
As I close and open my eyes
Your image soothes me and dries
To see you, though is a dream
Now to live, must be a whim
Sinking into me, is you again
Dwelling there ever, will be the pain
My thirst is deep and still grows
As the heart seeps at your vows
Yet something to keep me alive
May be your glance, is its drive
Smiling at me, the Withered roses
Look in me, their mirror images
I can feel the sharpness of your gaze
Though your image turns a little haze
Beautiful was the vase, reflecting your face
It broke you, and shattered me to base
Fleeting in and out of me
You gave wrecking shallow strokes
Racked into your memories
Piercing right through my poles
Dagger was it, to lance my heart
You cut me in to pieces, left that little part
That knows only to wait
In the game of love & fate
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