Shards Of Love ...

Those broken petals,

Of the valentine rose;

Dried dark but still red,

Hiding amidst diary pages;

As if still carrying a life,

Sewn by dried drops of eyes;

I see them smiling at me,

And still appears as a disguise;

While they went pale by shape,

But still hiding a fragrance;

Carrying those moments,

Of unspoken heartbeats;

They got engraved in silence,

Carrying shards of love.