Will you ever loved me
Like I do you?
I forgive you still
For the biggest crime you did
for Stealing my heart
for Toying it around
For crushing it
And breaking it
For not apologizing
For what you did...

Will you ever loved me
Like i do you
For i have a forgiving heart
I have loved you for who you are
As a person
Not for what you 've done
With my precious heart

Will you ever loved me
Like i do you
My heart is overloaded with love
It has no hatred it has no anger
Even if you steal some
this heart
Of mine...
My heart still beats
To the same rhythm of song

PRETTY MORNING,
EVERYBODY IS SMILING
LOOKING A LITTLE HUNGRY, Darling...
C'MON CHAPATI IS READY..
WHY WAIT? LETS HURRY...
DIP IT IN CHICKEN CURRY!!!
GO TO WORK AND BE MERRY!!!

The image of you is vague
Everything you says
Everything you claim
I doubt them
You are not a real person
You are just a vision
You are an idea in my thought
Perhaps my illusion...
Fell for your charms
Sugarcoated words
Unrealistic expectations...
You are not even human
You are...
What you are ...
Is only virtual....

What a nice morning
The sun shines lazily
shyly showing its face
unenthusiastically  shines with its grace
For all mankind and nature it'll embrace
Before the dark clouds form and move
Green umbrella for me today
that matches my shoes
a brief moment of sunlight
an expected heavy downpour later...

His devilish smile
yet the grin I miss
The dark side of him
love and hate
Kind of romantic
dangerous but kind
strange aura of love..

The hard face yet the soft-eyes
magnetic those seducing eyes
my heaven and earth

mysteriously romantic
a fatal attraction
and against all odds
the devil inside him
this devil I love...

I wonder why…
I have this constant fear..
Am I losing you?
Have I lost you already?
Why am I feeling afraid?
This anxiety... I can't avoid..

That mysterious woman..
She exists I know..
She is the strongest wind..
She is Tsunami
She is hurricane
She blew our happiness… blew all the love away..
She drifted us all apart…
and Who does she think she is?
To rip off our joy and replaced it with pain?

A shadow of her still vivid in my memory..
Between us… she was there always.. all the time
Only that I was too blind to see…
How seductive she was...
and I was too naive..

How fake she is.. your secret love..
One stupid mistake and she was exposed....
What can you say now?
What can she say?
Another apology... not at all...

Why? Did you ever let her in?
Why? oh Why? you let her conquer your heart?
and your soul?
What is with that woman?
That dull woman of yours?

Darling you really ought to make up your mind..
I will never let you lose..
the love that we’ve built all these years…
But if that secret lover of yours..
Is the one you’d like to choose..
Don’t you ever regret if…
one day she will leave you…

I promise one day..
You'd Feel the hurt… and grief…
like I feel today .. when you left me…
How could you leave me…
For that woman?

The story of Muhammad..
A messenger, a prophet..
secluded himself  in the cave of Mount Hira
until one day the revelation came down to him
and the Angel Gabriel (Jibreel) appeared to him
and said loudly: "Read!"
Poor Muhammad was illiterate,
Admitted his lacking..
he said to the angel: "I am not a reader."
The angel took a hold of him
and squeezed him as much as he could bear,
and then said again: "Read!"
Prophet Muhammad said again :
"I am not a reader."
The Angel again seized the Prophet
and squeezed him and said:
"Read! In the Name of Your Lord,
Who has created all that exists;
who has created a man from a clot,
Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous,
Who has taught the writing by the pen,
who has taught man that which he knew not."
Read Muhammad Read... be brave at heart
A prophet must read!

A princess wakes up
Yawning, reluctant to leave her bed
making a bee line to the bathroom
Yelling from her bedroom
"What's for breakfast ma...?"
The queen is working hard
Paratha bread on the way...
The dough on the table
Paratha in the pan..
Her face a morning cheer!
Good morning my princess
Let's have paratha for breakfast.....
before the King starts honking again......

Love makes me cry
a thousand times or more
But true love
does crazy things
like loving someone
for a thousand years or more
even though ...
one could only live
up to 50........

Love makes me cry
Living in ruins
Eternity in dreams
Making impossibles possible
How could it be?

Out of habit
I say your name
In a whisper
As soon as I wake up
I remember you
Out of habit
I cry for you
Before I go to bed
I wish you hadn't been
so cruel.........

He stood tall and strong
at the mountain top
Beneath his feet
is the strongest mountain in the world...
He took this mountain
with sheer determination..
He has conquered this mountain
With hardships.... with pain
Blood tears, Blood sweats
Frost bites, he faced it all...
The mountain is his in the end...

This mountain ...
is upon his grips, He understands it all
He and the mountain spirit blends...
He feels the air surrounds...
The mist, the breeze, the echos  
as he takes his breath...
His spirit is high and strong...
He has won his biggest war
He has defeated his biggest fear
If he could conquer the highest mountain in the word...
No other mountains he couldn't take  

At the top of the mountain he stands
with his country's flag in his hand...
If you couldn't move this rocky mountain...
Don't ever think you could move this strong will man...
No, you cant  neither  touch this man nor his spirit
As tough as the rocks....
As hard as the mountains..
As rough as him the man who has conquered the world...
As tall as Mount Everest his spirit stands ....

Waking up at the wee hours
For the sake of Allah
I wash and clean myself
I humbly worship god
Thats all I do
Everyday I pray...

I have been  asking too much
from him
Did he ever complain?
No... God has mercy
I keep asking day and night
Five times a day, sometimes more
For this and that.. I ask
Am I not ashamed?
A little perhaps
but I am humble...
I keep asking, keep wanting...
keep pleading, keep praying...
Keep worshipping...

I believe in him
Even when I don't see him
I trust him
Even when I don't hear him
I keep my faith
He is  the most  merciful,
the most compassionate
He sees me
even when I am hiding
He hears me
even when I am silent

I am not pure and perfect
to deserve god's heaven
but I fear the hell fire...
I could feel the blaze...
Dear God you are creator of everything
You are the guardian over everything
Protect me from evils
Guide me to heaven
I am only a human
Humbly I submit myself to you...

She doesn't say a thing
She lurks around in silence
Constantly watching you
Sometimes observing you closely
Stalking each stories you share
Digesting your words each day
Analysing, inferring, drawing conclusions
on a daily basis...
You don't even know she exist...
Weird.. but she is here..
and she knows everything about you
even if you don't tell..
even if you are being discreet...
Beware of this scary thing...
you wouldn't imagine could happen...
she is not anybody you know
She has no face...
She has no name...
She is in FACEBOOK...
and breathing your name...

Alone in the sea I could hear a cry
A little cry from the blue deep ocean
A sweet sad voice echoes so clearly..
A beautiful mermaid sang her heart so desperately

As the mid night passed,
The evil storm came suddenly
The sweet songs seemed lost in the angry sea
I remember the face of the angel vividly
A little one with sweet sad love songs, you see…

I came to the sea the very next day
Hoping to hear the angel sings and sway
Frustrated I felt very much today
For a glimpse of her tail I saw and she swept away..

I kept coming to the sea every alternate day
Capturing what each words mean in her heart piercing songs
I came to know she was hoping one day
To dance gracefully on the shore with her songs

To sing.. to dance with her beloved prince on the shore..
Even a brief moment will make her heart content
However she isn’t so sure
Will her prince understands her intent?

Dance a little mermaid dance..
An angel of the sea may dance so gracefully.
Dance a little mermaid dance…
Your wish to be granted one day hopefully…

The pair of sad eyes
I remember so well
as she leaves the room
leaving behind her hopes

A real life mannequin
dressed to ****
in expensive outfits
bought for... what a darling..
day in and out
struts up and down
in five star hotels
drowning in her hard earn dollars
that only last for a day or two...

I remember her hands shaking
as she holds a glass of whiskey
taking quick puffs at her cigarette
you can tell...  she isn't a beginner
so what with that pair of sad eyes?

but her body violently trembles
she fidgets, panting nervously
another greedy hands wraps her waist
a knowing nod, mutual agreement
another ride .... another night...
she walks with him....
leaving behind her dreams...
her eyes are sad .... you can tell
another journey awaits her
on this wild hungry night
no one bothers of her pair of sad blue eyes eyes...
only the heat of her naked flesh....

The old sneakers
Wrapped my feet so tight
Jog around the lake
Greeting the neighborhood
Everything looks the same
The same atmosphere
Similar jogging route
The sun still rises in the east
But... I am making new move
I jog... walk... jump...
adding another hour in the gym
few strokes in the pool
melting kilos of fat in the sauna
still wearing the old pair of shoes though
Only my steps are new...

Happy New Year .....

A smiling woman
Sitting in silence
Creepier than a ghost
Scarier than a volcano...
Silence can be gold
Silence can be threatening
the most dangerous animal in the world..
A smiling woman
Sitting in silence

Happiness is...
when you laugh out loud..
wrinkles don't disappear
tiny tears at the little corner of your eyes
and you keep on laughing...
don't even care of how ugly you'd look
with that kind of laugh
that rocks the earth
and shatters the world..

Happiness is...
when you feel like dancing...
or doing just anything
you simply waltz, or tango or disco dancing...
just imagine... being able to do what you like...
without caring, hesitating, worrying, doubting...
is happiness indeed...

especially when you think you have put a smile
on someone's face upon reading
this poem of yours...
you've created happiness....
Happiness is made!

A few hours ago
I was away...
In dark deep sleep
I experienced a lonely death
On my luxurious bed
I died...my life gone
Completely to a blank space...
Suddenly I woke up
In the crack of dawn
The call of prayer
From the nearest mosque
I thank you god for this opportunity
To be alive again..
To breathe for another day
Death appeared several times
To visit me
In my sleep
Perhaps god gives me
A second chance
To repent...
I cheated death
For how long?
Only god knows...

I am trapped!      
A bunch of sweet lies told
Jailed in this deadly web
My legs are tied
My body is tightly wrapped
Seduced by her beauty                              
Tangled in her web of lies...
Hypnotized by the cunning  Black Widow
who simply waits for a foolish victim like me...
Dead end..

I saw him standing there
But I was too shy to speak
I saw him standing there
But I was pretending.... Ohh!! did I care?

I saw him standing there
My heart drummed.. tum di dum dum…
I saw him standing there..
But I couldn’t walk… my limb felt so weak…
I saw him standing there
But I was trembling shamelessly

I saw him standing there
Like a fool I was
I felt like running away…
But Why should I run? Why should I stay?
When I saw him standing there
Oh my .. Oh dear...
He was immersed with his latest gadget..
My envy to this so called technology
successfully captured his undivided attention.

When I saw him standing there
He wasn’t even looking my way….
I wonder.. I wonder...
What made this brand new I pad..
be an impact factor?
When I saw him standing there..
Did he know what he was about to miss?

When I saw him standing there..
God knows how i was tempted to break his neck!!!
When I saw him standing there..
Did he notice an angel was also there?????

All the time
I seem to be awake
Too scared to close my eyes
Put myself to sleep
a threat, unpredictable fear...

All the time
I hear laughters,
and I giggle...
I hear someone cries
and I weep non stop
I hear
shouts and screams
at inappropriate times
I hear whispers
Telling me to sleep
Telling me to wake up
I must have gone insane

All the time,
I can't get hold of myself
I must have looked silly
I must have fooled myself
I cant stop  people from staring...
Judging me in their heart

All the time
I hate myself
For this disability
Such a mental torture
A lifetime displeasure
When I  lost to Schizophrenia...

Sweetheart I'm leaving
The waiting for the destiny thing!
No I'm not longer believing
So tired from being alone
Need someone here by my own
You know The earth stayed the same
While people changed
I have changed...
I no longer willing to be
a slave in love...
Funny the sound of the word love..
To relate it to me and you...
But never mind,
I'm leaving
Not because I have found a better one
But because I want to be me
I would like to be only me...

It was her graduation day
It was my busiest day
It was her important day
It was my DEADLINES day
But I promised her...
I did...

My maternal instinct urged to react..
I threw my files away
I drove like crazy...
Almost hit a pregnant cow..
It stopped in the middle of the road...
Staring at me... You are late MOMMY!!!
ahh cynical cow...

I rushed to the school hall
I came darling... I came...
There she stood sobbing...
I came Ali... I hugged my daughter
She was mad.. She had tears on her cheeks
She had tears brimming in her innocent eyes

I did not apologize… selfish I was
I wanted her to understand instead...
Mommy is late but Mommy is here…
I put my hand on her chest
Mommy is always here...
Doesn’t matter how late…
She smiled a little
She smiled a bit more
She hugged me tight
And laughed and giggled…
My sweet daughter…
I LOVE YOU MORE..

As she chooses the flowers to decorate her bun
She chooses the petals, she thinks the best
She has to choose….
What would you do if you have two difficult choices to make?
What if both choices were equally important?
Whether to just ignore your people and lead your own life?
Or …to follow your dad’s footsteps and lead the country?
It was hidden in Aung San Suu Kyi’s life
She only had two choices to make and she finally made her choice
But she was kept in her house all alone
by the cruel Burmese military for so many years
But she still chose to save her people’s life
And made her father and ancestors proud
She is happy with her choice
Not because she was caught by the military
It is because she is one brave lady
The lady Aung San Suu Kyi has made the choice of her life,

I have words
Thousands of them
Dancing on my head
Bumping into one another
Clashing while they spin
Making fantastic rhythms
Composing splendid puns
and poems and songs

Wonderfully,
Rich alphabets created
great lines, proverbs, metaphors and imagery
storing them neatly in my brain...
waiting to explode...

Why then...
  Am I still hiding my golden pen?
Hoping one day..
The chapters will start penning...
Wishing one day ...
We'd read from INTRO till THE END....
Holding satin handkerchief in one hand
Disguising big smile with tiny tears falling...
Gone the hot burning light of the oil lamp....

By Rina...

She couldn't read
Her tales were the greatest
She couldn't write
Her words were written in our hearts
She didn't go to school
Her teachings made us human
She never traveled
Her journey of life motivated us
She didn't know Martha Stewart
She kept the house in superb condition
She never watched Rachel Ray
Her cooking was FIVE STAR
She didn't need a degree
She sent us to university
She stayed at home
She told us to venture and have careers...
She didn't need alarm clock
She was our wake up call
Go to school time, brushing teeth time, prayer time, reading Quran time, breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, bed time, all the time....
Mom never failed to be with us....
Even today still ...
she is always in the best place in our hearts...

A prayer to my mom Hajjah Hasiah binti Majid... Rest in peace...

Funny how the kids
keep singing their lungs out
to Old Mc Donald Had a Farm's song
while their eyes are fixed on the computer screen
hooked on computer games
Old McDonald versus Row Row your boat
What a fake nature scenes
The only Mc Donald's farm they've ever seen
existed.. yes only on their computer screen...

If the love we cherish
should fall
on the wayside,
forget-me-not
If the ship we build
should sink
in deep blue
drown me with you
If the tree we grow
should tumble
plant me a new seed
And if all else
don't matter
between us anymore
don't despair
for life goes on
over hills and dales
over love cherished
over love lost
over love remembered
in a grain of sand.

Sometimes I feel like running
How far could I run?
Sometimes I feel like chasing?
How fast could I be?
Sometimes I feel like hiding?
How small the world is?
To wish you could ever find me?

Sometimes I feel like disappearing?
How could I live without you beside me?
Sometimes my heart ponder
Do you sometimes feel the same way I do?
Sometimes my feeling shatters
Why are you keeping silent for days?

Sometimes when I miss you
are you missing me as much as I do you?
Sometimes I don’t trust myself when I am with you
Sometimes I hate to be alone without you
Sometimes I just want to vanish in the thin air with you..
Sometimes I wish what I wish is true….

There was an old man called Keith
At 81 he had lost all his teeth...
At 91, he had forgotten his new set of false teeth
Poor old Keith starved himself for days he couldn't even chew
not.... without  the aid of his false teeth
Looking everywhere ... for his missing teeth...
in the kitchen, in the shower, in the drawer,
had misplaced his perfect white teeth
forgotten he had laid it on a chair in the living
days before he had dozed off on his rocking chair...
He forgot where they were... not until...
He sat down and was bitten underneath....

The jigsaw puzzle of life
Deciding on the answers to fit
Should we let it resolve as naturally...?
Should we force the solutions we need?

I am wiser as I get older
The forest is within a grip of my hand
I am sensitive as I get accustomed to the land
A threat doesn’t need an introduction
It will take the whole winter
If you should wait
And the season of spring
And autumns of patience
If you should try to see me fall
And burn me to ashes...
You need enough courage
to face my determination
to protect and save this forest of mine....

If the plural form of a mouse is mice
and many many louse is called lice
why isn't the plural of house is hice?
and a nose be nice?
a kiss , kice?
English is a funny language isn't it?
Yet we learn to master it
The non natives speak and write
in their different accents and styles
Struggling to be understood
rather than be judged...
Still English is fun to learn
and Writing poetry is a great exercise
for English language learners.

I have finally drawn the line
between my many roles
under different scenario,
under what circumstances
the best character that suits
only to decide...for the best of me
for the best of you,
everybody of interest

Been in this lonely journey
for far too long...
fought for myself...
struggling inside,
sometimes I am dead for days, months
sometimes I hybernate and hide myself
same time I am  trying to balance
between life, career, family etc etc...

Can you understand this lonely journey
I cant bring anybody in...
cant also depend on someone else
on my own journey all the way
Sail my own boat,
I decide to fall, to survive or to drown...
It is the most lonely journey when you're totally
dependent... ON YOUR OWN

But today I have decided
This line I have drawn...
My journey doesn't have to be so lonely...
So I joined this supportive group
Poetess from all over the world...
Sharing a little bit of this,
and a little bit of that
From agony to ecstasy...
I have found Hello Poetry....

Living in a vacuum
Emptiness fills
My heart screams
The echoes unheard

Deserted in this barren land
Time is stagnant
Life is meaningless
Fatal numbness

When darkness falls
I shiver... I almost die
The only vision I see
is the cruel vision of you..
Why does love makes me cry?

Strange Night...
Everything looks so queer
Walking on this strange land
When everything looks so unfamiliar...
Follows the heart that travels the mind...
Leading me to a strange path
Ending up in a dark alley...
With a strange someone...
So bizarre looking... so bizarre...
A dangerously looking man...
In the darkest place..
in my mind...
Strange....

MAD MAD WORLD

I've sat and pondered and prayed today
To wake up to such a horrifying event
That some monster could abuse and ****
Their flesh and blood,
Their own innocent children
Scarred them so deep
Tormenting them for a lifetime
The endless pain, unexplainable agony

What could these naive kids have done?
That they would have their lives tortured ?
Unable to speak, too scared to tell..
These cowards would **** if their stories revealed..

Not wanting to spend life in prison
These cowards keep lurking around
Pretending innocent, indeed…
They are the lowest form of life
Discreetly, prey for the next victim..
To pay for the crimes they have done
Life imprisonment? Death penalty?
Will justice ever be prevailed?

I pray for the innocent little victims
The families left behind battered in total ruin
The child abusers, may you rot in prison
May you be burn, perish for eternity
Though for many more years to come
The wound would bleed still…
Emotional scars? A lifetime tales...

and again today he whispers to your ears
"You are never good enough"
but you have your eyes shut
while you pray to god
seeks his mercy and forgiveness
Its the work of the devil...
He wants you to give up,
He sweet talks and convinces you..
he wants you to think you're in adequate
incompetent, incomplete in the eyes of our god,
the devil tries to throw doubt in our hearts
He wants to despair of Allah's mercy.
The devil will sit on all man’s paths
Till you succumb and surrender
Till you doubt your faith.. and virtue
Keep on seducing you....
Lure you with all the excitements
Don't fall for this devilish trick.
The whispers are not songs...
But  a poisonous devil in disguise...
Regardless of how bad you've been as a person
How many mistakes you've made
How many lives you scarred and tortured
in your life
God the creator wants you to repent,
He wants you to try again,
He wants your sincere effort
no matter how many times you slip and fall,
so never despair of His Mercy and Forgiveness.

The devil whispers...
Get ready your weapon
take hold of some pebbles in your hand and throw

Walking along the scenic beach
At sunset...
Spectacular! What a beautiful panorama
Set the romantic atmosphere
Sweet melodious mood,
as the waves hit the shore
This sunset boulevard walk
We kiss and holding hands
While watching the sun goes down..
Good bye lovers
Enjoy your walk while you still can...

The tears run down her time worn skin
As she remembers the things that she had been
Memories of her sons marching off to war
And the knowledge that she would see them no more
Tears for her husband now long passed away
Tears for the news that she saw today
News off the death of another young man
Blown apart by a bomb in some far distant land

Tears for his parents now left to grieve
Tears for his wife and the children he leaves
She weeps for the sins of this of this sad weary world
She weeps as though it can blind all her cares

All she cares is just to weep
Weep her tears until it bleeds..
She weeps herself until she sleeps..
Sees her dead son's smiles in her sleep...
Her husband waves and his image becomes blurry..
She tries hard to keep them both in her memory..
The tears she hopes will keep her sane...
These tears are real story..
Now her life is only deep sweet memory

Wakes up again and still she weeps...
She remembers them, yes too dearly...
Her grief is just too deep... just too deep...
Memories of her loved ones keep taunting her sleeps
Every drops of her tears is painful indeed..
Does anybody care that she will spend the rest of her life to grief and to weep?

A river of tears that she weeps, does it worth it?
Will the hurtful memories one day fade?
Will she go crazy so to make it all so easy?
so .... should could no longer weep herself to sleep?

You are gem
In my heart
I have you stamped

You are diamond
Limited edition
The rare species kind of person

You are angel
My precious treasure
My lovely one and only little girl...

An Arab Poet, Elya Abu Madhi (a born-Christian), not long ago expressed his uncertainty about the purpose of life in his Arabic poem Al-Talasim, He says in his poem:

I came not knowing from where, but I came.
And I saw a pathway in front of me, so I walked.
And I will remain walking, whether I want this or not.
How did I come? How did I see my pathway?
I do not know!
Am I new or am I old in this existence?
Am I free and unrestrained, or do I walk in chains?
Do I lead myself in my life, or am I being led?
I wish I know, but…
I do not know!
And my path, oh what is my path? Is it long or is it short?
Am I ascending in it, or am I going down and sinking?
Am I the one who is walking on the road,
or is it the road that is moving?
Or are we both standing, but it is the time that is running?
I do not know!
Before I became a full human, do you see
if I were nothing, impossible? Or do you see that I was something?
Is there an answer to this puzzle, or will it remain eternal?
I do not know ... and why do I not know??
I do not know!

I was born with a name
I wasn't given a choice
The name of the ancestors
generation by generation
the respective name should stay..
As a child I was always proud to say..
My mera nam , my name...
A name I couldn't erase
It'll tag along with me for the rest of my life

Today I have chosen my fate
met someone who changed my world view
my faith and belief changed
my name changed,
am no longer the same

My mera nam is my past
Loving memory of distant relatives
a unique homeland of the ancestors..
will always be missed...
when I reminisce..

I may have a name changed
My lifestyle changed in total
What a life transformation
from ignorance to tolerance
Deep inside me... I shall say
I am pretty much the same old me..

Sun is impartial in reaching out
In sustaining life on the planet
Equal intensity everywhere
Even on the good and the evil.

Reality appears to be partial
Expectations are laughed at
A drop of water to quench my thirst
Stinginess even in abundance.

Years spend in waiting for a change
Reality never changed, continued to be
A ray of light never bends
May bend or spread out at opaque ends.

Learned the art of nishkama karma
Go on acting… for duty sake
Never expect anything in return
Duty for duty sake… life goes on.

Holding hands
Dancing on the moon
Walking on cloud nine
The sky looks brighter
A few scattered lights shine
On the horizon
Look at the shadows
Waltzing with delights
The rays of the moonlight
Celebration of the hearts
When a princess meets his prince
The fairy tale begins…
When a prince kisses his princess
The fairy tale rocks in delight
When a prince kneels
and asks a princess hand in marriage
The fairy tale writes its chapter two
And the stars celebrate and twinkle in the night,
The moon shining bright,
Emitting a fabulous silver light,

the prince is knight in shining armor coming out of the blue,
Sweeps the princess off her feet
Steals her away from the comfort of her castle
To write her fairy tales chapters
In a castle in far way land…..
a fairytale never ends....

4 o'clock in the morning
tossing and turning
the old bed is screaming
every movements made, its creaking...
it's whining...
simply so boring...

4 o'clock in the morning
neighbours are snoring
no one listening
conversations getting dull and boring
smoking... drinking... yawning..
jumping back to bed, 123 again snoring...

I could see it at last
The wickedness in your smiles
After all these years...
You finally revealed your true colors
Burn your sheep's clothing
You're the bad bad wolf
The devil inside of you
Does not deserve any kindness
Or mercy...
I would **** you if i could
I would hang you upside down
I would do anything to torture you..
You deserve this cruel treatment
For your art of mockery
Your love a total lie..
Your love was nothing but a joke
Wonder how you did it...
To turn sweet love into blatant lies?

Must Juliet die for Romeo?
Will Romeo die for his beloved?
Why should one die for love?
Love is life...
Love never dies...
Juliet's love will survive
Romeo's love will last...
Love is alive in the heart of lovers
True love never dies....