His words

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Oh! those words must have been painful,
To have wet those beautiful eyes of an innocent one.
She was indeed something different,
Hmmm.. something he had always failed to understand.
Her voice, a melody of confidence
Her patience, a curse
Her love, a sorrow.
Ah! those words that had lost its fragility,
Now must have turned into the lost pieces of broken memory.
Yet, his rose still reminds her of their first encounter.
His laughter, her smile
His stare, her blush
Her first kiss and how their fingers interwined
And those faded moments never failed to leave a scar so deep and the remembrance of the love so passionate.
The enigma faded away ,
So was the love which the world was yet to discover
And, with a mistic smile over grief did she walked off his life,never ever paying a heed to look back.

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