It is a distortion oflove.
She turns sad. She confirms
it as a manipulation.
Desolate, she cries.
The melancholy oppresses.
The angusih lasts life long.
Her eyes reflect her state.
Burn with rage and resentmen,
diplay malice.
The love is profound.
Days have not assuaged her
instead arouses the desire.
The broken love resumes
with an untold vigour.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Broken Love”
Beautiful