Robbed of Love...

Love,

Is something that everyone could have,

Is something that everyone wish for,

No matter from where that person came from,

No matter from which background,

Love is always the treasure sought by everyone,

Love is always the bull's eye of a target to be shot at,

Cause love brings out the most beautiful things on the earth,

Cause love brings everything you need from everywhere.

But how come I don't get the chance to enjoy it,

As now, the love that I once found,

The love that I once cherished the most,

Have been robbed by somebody,

Maybe that's how life is,

Being robbed by somebody of the thing you treasures the most,

And left to bleed from the wound caused from the robbery,

While thinking what could you have done to prevent this from happening,

But it's all too late,

It's all too late,

You can only look while your treasured love was carried away from you,

Further and further by each step,

Further and further by each day,

Until it finally disappeared from your view.

So, now I am still sitting there,

Watching everyone with their own love,

I am so broken-hearted,

As my love told me these lines of words,

''Nothing last forever in this world,

So, the bridge between us will be broken too one day,

Why not I break it now?''

It was said so coldly,

Much more colder than in the North Pole,

I froze for a while,

And then I congrats her,

For being able to find someone better than me.

Maybe that person may suits her more,

May protect her more,

May give her more love,

Than I could ever give.

So, here I am standing alone in the lonely path of love,

Will be searching for my next love,

But it's gonna take some time,

Before I could use all my heart to cherish another love.

I was played by before,

And I will keep my fingers crossed,

So that I won't be played around again,

The next time I found my love.

Now I am healing my wound from the robbery,

The wound is so deep,

That it will leave a deep scar,

No matter how long the time pass by,

As my love to her is as true as pure gold,

But she take it like the fake gold,

And played with it everywhere,

Throwing here and there,

And finally into the dustbin.

So, here I am,

Standing on my own pool of blood,

Which flowed out of the wound of my heart,

I am still searching for my TRUE love....