Lines - a memoir

That scripture stands as a memoir
It tells a anecdote of love,
It lies over the all beauties of nature,
As they carry a fire of fulfilled passion;
The ideas that flies in the air of desires
It was written when we were in love,
But now it is lost in the mud of time
And the season erases its existence!
Water droplets washed away,
Tiny stones crushed it heavily,
Every man goes through this way,
Destroyed its life's last hope,
It fades away decaying
And it meet its end with tears;
These lines written will never be effaced
Because Its written in my heart!