His Love Didn't Die...

He could foresee the future
still didn't bother the consequences,
wiped the blood shun eyes
just to fake a smile...


He knew the fallout of the destined foray
once he was told of getting murdered by his soul,
still he wanted to taste betray and denial
so he drenched his pride in the black waters...


He walked with a hope in his eyes
his heart pure as his thoughts...
He held a rose in his hand
rapped in sparkling plastic,
he walked with his heart beats growing,
his eyes blushed...


He reached nearer
his pulse crossed the normal,
he looked into those crystalline eyes
lips as red as red wine...
Moved closer hiding his purpose
he was feeling the shivers,
so he closed his eyes and got to one knee...
He was very happy
for the day he dreamt has come,
he progressed the rose with a smile on his face and closed eyes
heard a loud roar of a gun...
Smell of blood filled the scene
he was afraid that his love had died,
didn't have the courage to open his eyes
till he felt dampness on his chest,
he suddenly opened his eyes
his love was laughing on his dismay...