Was it love.....

One two three four You are a whore My life without you is no more But you still choose to ignore We met at the Kinsley garden Your beautiful face and smile harden There I felt an agony in your voice You left and it was your choice I felt I was in love I met you again and again in my dreams It was my love indeed I thought of telling you But it requires a great deed Then I saw you at the tower Talking to a man with a bunch of flower Then to my horror you proposed I was shocked Because of you My dreams shattered My life became hell But deep inside I still love you I felt