Love could have been just a word for me..and you showed up with smiles and colors..but you painted all my transparency,with the colors of pain and agony..who am i to complain, about the presence and absenceas long as my misery, to you, does not make any sense. Vengeance of love, whatever it may be,but you should know, in the next life you would feel the same pain for meand that would be my revenge upon thee. And then we would meet together,as broken hearts do beat in eternity..