Collection Of Blue Rubies

The desire of his collection 

Was amazing

I always waited 

To see the moon from his eyes

I always considered 

True happiness 

Of my life

In his words

Many times which were unsaid

I tried that I could 

Become the treasure of his heart

With peace in his smile

But I never got that place

As he was busy in looking 

For an outer beauty 

With a glossy finishing touch

Of age

I shared all his sorrows 

As wanted to become 

A piece of his heart 

Not the piece of it

But he betrayed me

As he never has fallen in love with me

I was honest and true throughout

But he was just busy in collecting blue rubies.......