“Slow Dancing to the beat of a broken heart!!

Sorrow and borrow both are irrelevant pieces
One sorrows, my heart, another borrows, my life
Sometimes it looks like the great love
moving alone without a beat of the heart
Which is the Claus of seconds
Every heart needs a Magical expression
Which turns the life of the inner world
More precious, something like a magic of femininity
Perhaps Love which is broken in the heart
Slop down on the door to collect each piece to make it as one
Venturing of quest down with the frozen eyes
Finding everywhere than instincts calls
up a sound of a broken piece of heart,
Moving forward to quenching the voice
by Slow Dancing to the beat of a broken heart!!