Half a heart

On a fine day he fell in love with out knowing how deep can he go.
Day by day depth was  increasing.
Another fine day he realised that the pit was as deep as the diameter of earth
That he was not getting buried in the darkness but was getting raised to the illumine of sky at the other end.
He realized that he was not falling down to the hell of cupidity but flying up to the heaven of sanctity.
He realized that he didn't fall for a bitch but for an angel.
He realized that he was not cursed but heavily blessed by the almighty.
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In a battle between head and heart, his head took a lead wounding the heart.
When ego grins with all its might wonderful things in life don't last.
It took a while his heart to heal but too late for her heart to feel.
He paid the debt for little things but that was not enough to win.
He let the prettiest soul leave when it was time to hold that tight.
He lost the spring, his charm and calm, what's left with him is half a heart.