Madness

A sculpter carved a beauty.A beauty so surreal.Painted it with colors so natural, pure and real.I felt in love with her at first sight.I went to see her everyday, she always had same clothes with her, i felt she is not rich.But my love don't see any riches or poors.Sometime laters i tried talking to her and got no reply from her , i thought she was deaf.I never even saw her speaking anything, i thought she was mock too.I learnt sign language.Tried explaining her things but no replies from that side.I thought she was blind too.But my love for her was still pure and true.Never had the power to touch her as i always felt my hands were too dirty to touch her.Days passed by , people near by thought i was gone mad but i don't care , all i had in my mind and heart was she.After somedays rains and storms came,that statue was broken, i went to see her and was shocked to see no blood inside her, no heart too.I was so afraid and shocked, my heart started beating with double speed i felt my heartbeats going high.Then i thought how pure her love was for me that she gave her heart to me.And i blamed myself for her death as i was never able to explain her my love and didn't even gave my heart to her when she needed it.
I still feel guilty for her death as it all happened because of me.Now i decided to spent whole of my life near her ruins. Because i can't even end up my life too as now i have to take care of her heart.People here still call me mad.I think i have got a new word for my love. Madness..........