I married you, he said.
I married you, his eyes repeated.
Blaming, not shinning, blaming!
I married you,
The handsome tall boy
Repeated to his wife.
She, so lost and sad,
In love trapped.
What to do
When knocked,
So knocked as she?
He, her love, her lover,
Her husband, her man,
So mad…So sad…
No way to win,
Everything to loose….
Why?
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