mary was really
, so much adorable
and defend me, whinning
And shed a tears on tenebrous curtain
though, she loved me,
Defending from thrash and slaps
and building a passionate love isnot a challenges for her,
in every abuse, her heart was pounding for me
she was like a captive, peeping me from edge
of curtain...
and always their for untying my shoes lace
draping me with blanket in every drunk nights.....
repentation isnot my choice
nor she wanted to abscond from me
All it was for love
but never i could see
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