Though' she was pertaining to enmity
Her lonely adore was igniting
Whenever she tried of not thought
She pushed feelings to regret

She was trying naive in sensory obsession
Her catastrophe was not more than a plea
She was dragging herself to the exquisite
That ardent she thought was never to exist

Jealousy arose in the blend of love
Those greedy tears were not meant to be
Often she thought of beseech
But she failed to convince her reflection

She laughed n joked upon partial feeling
Otherwise world would intend to be doing
Ha-ha! Shameless deed needs no defend
Her heart full of ruthless feelings

If you ask her life, will feel pity
She done an undesired fault
Neither had she given a thought of conscience
Her story when unsaid felt like absurd

Her life a suspected death
Foolish she'd be left with no fame
I felt sorrow and happy of her
Her life was never made to live

Die shall she O' die shall her feelings
Die will I die my love die my cruel
Nothing stays beyond an exquisite limit
Her story was to remind me of life's law