If he only knew what he had put her through then maybe he wouldn't have been so cruel.

If he could see the weakness in her that had bourne from that one day of being scorned.

The trust she had for all men living would have put to shame the critiscism she's now so freely giving.

If he had known just how deeply her heart had died then he possibly may have thought more for her quality of life.

How she had laughed once upon a time, now tears fill her eyes every time she reminices on his awful crime.

So young she is and yet her pain is so old.

The warmth she radiated has gne so cold.

If he could only feel a fraction of what she feels every day then he would yearn justice in every way.

By Nadia Awan