The love of his life?
AUTHOR GUIDANCE--->
His hand in her hand still was,
Nothing now mattered,
Whatever it was!
He was too tired of her,
after all this long.
Felt like walking with a heavy chain,
being dragged along.
What seemed to be Luck,
seemed ill fate.
That love,
was turning into this hate.
Was it that she looked good no more?
Or,
that he got someone else...
Neither knows he
nor me!
When i get to know,
I'll surely let you know!
The End
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Author guidance for This poem
After some years of romance,The poet's friend is somewhat tired of his girl
The poet had seen their love blossom for years
but now,
he knows it's not goinna last long
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The love of his life?, which
was posted on Jan 6, 2012 by
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