Always Beautiful, always charming, it's there for all to see.
What very few know, she once belonged to me.
Imbecilic, dumb, brainless, boneheaded,
Foolish words from me, we were no longer wedded.
Yet down through the years, amidst all her tears,
Where others would grow cold, her heart remained gold,
I found her again, my heart filled with glee,
This week I will see, if there's still a spark for me.
For having once for her fell, on her I still dwell,
As if she couldn't tell, I'm still under her spell.
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