The Eternal Scar

There is no sign of that awful scar,

But the marks of undying love persists.

Why it hurts so much today?

Why suddenly the scar is so fresh?

Only because it was you this time my beloved

It is you my prince who left the aisle.

Where I stand all alone and deprived.

Then how could I forget that dreadful January eve,

when I broke your heart into miniscules,

Did I imagine the agony?

What about that time I erased my memories;

Did I ever bother,where did you stand?

There is no trace of you now;

So the marks have transpired,

to give way to a surprising flow of emotions.

Why,O love,why? When do I feel for you

That you are mundane and no stone-hearted.

The marks of undying love are forever.

No medicine can cure and care.

The scars live it's life and bleed till death.

Feelings of passion embedded in the heart with full of hopeful breath.