The death of Rosemary's Love

Strangled & Crushed,
Battered & Beaten,
Torried & Torn,
Silenced & Broken,
Is your Love now,
Rosemary,Oh Rosemary,
Resting in peace & How !!
What a fight your Love gave,
A fight,though in vain,
Trying hard,to salvage & save,
Pick up the pieces,
Something so brave,
To alone fight,the giant wave,
Only to be buried, 6 feet under,
In a lonely grave;
It walked on nails & pins,
Bore the pains,
Of a 1000 thorns pricking,
Suffering for,
Uncommitted sins,
With a smile, always,
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
Forever unfazed,
By the rotting decays
Of thoughts around;
Rosemary, Oh Rosemary,
Why a Love,
With so much belief,
With so much hope,
Not an ounce of grief,
When everything around,
Was just falling apart,
Why did Love only grow,
For this cruel blackheart?
Now,you see,
It's for the world to see,
The insanity,
The consequence,
Of trusting blindly,
The hurtfulness,
The loneliness,
The darkness,
The emptiness,
Endlessly received,
Only to let the love end up
In a coffin,

Resting,
Restlessly,
Thinking of things,
That never could be;

In silence,it bore all, back then,
In silence,Out of obligation now,
It has to remain,
What you did obtain,
From this,
You only know,
Rosemary,
By putting up with such recklessness,
When you saw all along,
What was going wrong;
Love,
Crazy Love,
Was on a suicide mission,
It seems,
Destroying itself,every inch of the way,
Everyday,
Finally,reaching the point of no return,
Ashes,locked in an urn.


[Now,the concluding and the best part of the poem]
What did this Love receive,
While always giving,
I am asking,
Rosemary,
Could your love,
Not forsee,
It's own demise,
Why did it fake happiness,
In front of all my lies,
Without any sighs,
Only to let me grief,
When it left me,
To Remorse,
To long,
To yearn,
To miss,
Of something I lost, I Love,
Now buried under my feet.