Just because

  Just because he touches you, it doesn't mean he'd warned his hands that now he holds a fragile heart, the sacredness of womanhood.

  Just because he kisses you, it doesn't promise any faith. Abandoning your tangled heart is deemed as parting of the lips.

  Just because he stares at you, it doesn't mean he cares for you. The thoughts of his, you do not know, for none can deign to search his heart.

  Just because he signed his love doesn't mean he will stay true to the contract though invisible that's yet so strong and good in you.





  And just because I shed no tears, it doesn't mean my heart sheds not. I pardon you for all you've done. Your pride, imprudence, the pain you've caused.



  Monsieur, you see, the good old saying that time and distance heals the heart is true but for the shallow heart for everyday it aches for you.