When love at first instant is turned down,
it is a foetus death, painless.
When it is admitted and thrown out,
it is an infantile death, painful.
When it is grown and left barren,
it is an adulthood death, much painful.
When love is built but then split,
It is a death by accident, pain unbearable.
Why does not woman understand it?
26.12.2000, Pmdi
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There is the other side of the coin - Men kill women also.