We were 2 lovers, Who fought most of the times. I must write a crime novel for us, Certainly not a rhyme. The frenzy in our bodies, The fire in our souls. Devil must have married Hell, We only fit these roles. When I craved rain, He gave me fire. What ought to be worshipped, We lit its pyre. The two of us, Made passionate love by the moon. Talked Rumi till wee hours, Slept naked till late in the afternoon. But by the weekend, Anger steamed from every pore. And we confessed to everyone, We couldn't take each other anymore. This off-on relationship, Was the talk of the town. The kind of love, In which couples often drown. And we did drown, Too much passion filled-up our lungs. We made too many mistakes, We were way too young. Love is a brandy-poison mix, We gulped our portion fast. We never talked about our emotions, We let the body did all the talk. A kiss for a sorry, A hug to compensate a mista