The Romantic Nights

In the twilight of moon
With the twinkling blue eyes
She descended from the stars
Her white wardrobe touched my face

In a fortunate stroke of serendipity
She kissed my face
I got awakened or to be true to you
I lost my consciousness

Her lips were glossing over mine
I decoded that signal
It was a message of love
Once again I got slaughtered

On those romantic nights
When I was a teenager
I remember the color of her lipstick
It was the blood of my heart

She murdered me mercilessly
And I thought it was love
In name of her family, friends, and relatives
She took away my breath

In eyes of the world
I was an artist
But now you know the truth
I was a victim

Years have passed
I am young by heart
But old by thought
Still writing poems for her

The romantic nights 
That I spent with her
Those were the contracts
Signed by her for my murder