Fictional Love..

I wrote this poem for my friend Sangeeth.(the story is fictional ofcourse)

"He awaits his Lover,
With Flowers in his hand,
On the park bench he sits waiting,
Until his Life's very end.

She told him she will be there,
She asked him to carry a sign.
A half eaten cake in one hand,
And flowers totalling nine.

He obeyed the commands of his Love,
For he loved her more than his Life.
He prasied the Gods with open arms saying,
"Alas! My Love will be my Wife".

Finally, the day had come,
When they were destined to meet.
With frsh nine flowers and cake,
Awaited her Love our Romeo,Sangeeth.

From Dusk to Dawn,
He waited all along.
She didnot come,
He wondered,What could have gone wrong?

The news had spread around,
About an accident.
A Lady had been killed,
by a speeding car on rent.

She was Sangeeth's Love,
The Love of his Life.
The one he was destined to marry,
The one who was to be his Wife.

People tried to talk sense into him.
Make him understand the fact.
But he wouldn't listen to them,
For he said they had made a pact.

"Come Life,
Come Death.
They would Love no other,
Between them was this Pact".

Hence he stills awaits his Lover,
With Flowers and Cake in his hand.
On the park bench he sits waiting,
Until his Life's very end."