So much pains in the eyes of love.
I guess the tears is not for fun.
Pieces of  broken heart down  the floor.
The ocean of emotions flowing like blood.
Broken promises standing like a tall wall.
Memories of love written as pages of history.
It is the otherside of love.
Two hearts once the best of friends.
Holding hands walking on the parth of dreams.
It is so hard to recall,
A mighty rain that wash away the dreams.
Painting the colors of their love in black.
The goldern darkness that overshadow  light.
The eclipse of lust that brought about pains.
It is the otherside of of love.
I wish I could pierce  the heart of love
To whipe away the tears in it's eyes
To gather the broken hearts.
To paint love in the color of light!
It will be my pride.