Heart Machine

for her Life is a broken mirror,
for me she is a "simron",
she refers hypocrite the people she love,
i prefer her my juliet ,
she refers playing and grinning was decietful,
I tell her my love you are fretful,
Don't you know what is love,
else you will have never complained,
Love is not treachery or betrayal,
its a love which none of you care,
A machine which connects two hearts,
But in my case it has broken two hearts,