Love

Each time you smiled at me, we grew closer...... The hearts heard each other; a mild rhythm was born... Pain be it or smile be it....they enjoyed it together; One day, we stood apart and compared the mild hearts..... A natural beat became a comma after every statement.... words of the heart changed to words about the heart... The purity was stepped upon.......the sanctity drifted away..... There is a silent cry, in rhythm again..... Hurts, bleeds, cries.....heart, poor heart....