How did love flew,
And left us untrue,
Forgetting how we grew,
Apart.
Not long the parts were glued,
Together by priests and rings,
Your name sat on my tongue,
Next to love.
But then the years caught up with us,
And ate our love,
Leaving us empty and dry,
In our separate ways.
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