She returns with tears, and a regretful sigh,
Seeking refuge in love she once denied.
But my heart, once open, now guarded and cold,
Wonders if her love's genuine, or tales oft told.
Her eyes, once bright with ambition's fire,
Now dimly sparkle with longing's desire.
Yet, in fleeting moments, I see the past,
A girl who cherished wealth and fame that wouldn't last.
Her words whisper sweet nothings, a gentle breeze,
But trust, a fragile bird, with broken wings, freezes.
My love for her remains, a constant, pure flame,
But understanding her heart's a puzzle, a endless game.
She changes swiftly, like shifting desert sand,
Leaving me questioning, on uncertain land.
Does she truly love, or merely escape,
The emptiness of wealth, and a lonely shape?
But still I ponder, on true love's mighty creed,
"A relationship isn't about possessing, but freeing"
True love embraces flaws, and heals the past,
Accepts the journey, forever to last.
If she can grasp this truth, and love with open heart,
Maybe, just maybe, we'll never be apart.
Dedicated to the last love of my life.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Dated: 17/05/2025