She loved him more than life,
He cut her deeply with his knife.
Her heart slowly bled.
She cried softly and said,
"Darling, I still love you so."
Quickly he turned away.
"I'm sorry, " was all he could say.
In pain she cried,
"Sweetheart, you lied…"
With shame he sighed.
"I wish I could stay,
But what can I say?
I never loved you,
Every word was never true."
He said as he walked away.
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