When love failed,
you were busy chronicling its failure,
and it failed more meticulously,
in a cold blooded manner,
in full view of everything, everybody,
like when a house is on fire,
you took its photo from all angles,
never poured a drop of water,
you were torn between your pen and pain,
magnetic ink of pen squeezingthe pain,
lovefelt teased by your coolness,
you put bait on age and wisdom,
but, empire of love and that of wisdom never meet,
but you won being on the solid ground of ratiocination.
like Inferno, the chronicled one, made good the loss.
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really wonderful lines penned- never poured a drop of water, you were torn between your pen and pain, magnetic ink of pen squeezing the pain, ... you put bait on age and wisdom, ... like Inferno, the chronicled one, made good the loss. /// excellent