It was her maiden love and his was too.
They conceived it and lost it in their teens.
She had buried her love from her husband
And ignored her lover since marriage.
As a widow, she still keeps him at bay
As she wants to bury it from children.
He stands barred and wilts over five decades.
Split love like glass, is not pieced together.
30.09.2014
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