Picture of love

She kissed from the book,
my whole heart she took.

She was my weather remote ,June to October
my mood transformer,happy from sombre.

Together we made city thats Paris the city of love,
together we were shinning like the White dove.

Not knowing that at last the love will be fragile,seeing the broken pieces trying to asamble but its too late they cant resemble

THE PICTURE OF LOVE