Wayward As Love

A pretty young face
That burnt a few hearts
With utter diligence
It was his negligence
To fall for that pretty face
Who lingered over
His nonchalance

They walked through the streets
Leaving the rose petals
And the gift wrappers behind
As if they were happy
None but she knew
How little she loved him
Yet how happy he was

A time had come 
She had enough
Called him up
Bashed him bad
She was no more in love
Only if she knew
How much he had loved her

Heartbroken and wasted
His questions unanswered
A strong heart kept him alive
Piously audacious
She forgot the kiss
And the night which
Brought them closer

All he could do is fix things up
But it was wayward as love
Subconscious he was
Thinking about her,hit by a car
Only if she knew
How priceless a life is
And how immaculate his love was

A diary in his pocket
Kept a record of the time
Spent together without a hitch
He was lying down
Succumbed and every drop of blood
Was nothing compared to
The petals from her roses