She introduced me to the world of romance
She was my queen of love
I was pampered too much with her hugs
and kisses
making me believe love is always sweet.
Together, we walked every beautiful places
smelled the flowers in the wild
charmed by their beauty and the sweet fragrance
smiling and holding hands
we shared the song of love together with the nature.
Under the Sun and Moon
we did plan for our grand future
excited and instigated with the spark of love
future appeared vivid and seemed not so far.
Suddenly, she denied hugs and kisses
then stopped walking in the wild
with frown in her crown and no more hand-holding
the song of love was forgotten
our grand future plan disappeared
and my queen of love walked off
as if she was my guest for a time
making me believe love is bitter.
She gave birth to love
and she buried the same with no mercy
as the heart cried with tears of blood.
An imprint of cruelty of love
is what I painfully see in my heart
as I vow to myself not to be victim of love.

                                                                                    ~ Yeshi Nidup

                                                                                           Phuentsholing, Bhutan