(My Perspective)
I found love trapped in a room.
Dark, empty and gloom.
When she saw me, she immediately said,
"Thank you for saving me or I may end up dead."

We became happy for a long time.
But then love committed a crime.
A ****** of oneself.
The penalty is death.

I found love lifeless in a room.
Bright, ******, and toom.
I saw her smiling, in her hand a knife,
Covered in blood, that took her life.

I became sad for a short time.
I took the knife so that I also commit a crime.
Blaming myself.
Killing myself.

In the end,
Nothing will mend,
Time won't bend,
And I can't comprehend
That
Everything will end,
Love always pretend,
None can prevent,
None will repent.

(Her perspective)
Love found me trapped in a room.
Dark, empty, and gloom.
When I saw him, I immediately said,
"Thank you for saving me or I may end up dead."

At first I was happy, but became sadder and sadder as the day goes by.
Love can't even hear my every wail and cry.
My only solution is to take a knife,
And take my on life.

Love found me in a room.
Bright, ******, and toom.
He saw me smiling, in my hand a knife,
Covered in blood that took my life.

He started to cry and cry, and cry and cry.
Face filled with despair that was once dry.
He took the knife with murderous intent,
And stab himself that I can't prevent.

In the end,
Nothing will mend,
Time won't bend,
And I can't comprehend
That
Everything will end,
Love always pretend,
None can prevent,
None will repent.