When in sickness love goes away - Far away!
Leaving the helpless on a hospital bed.
While tossing and turning with no other way,
She seeks comfort from the nearest lad.
For the elders once said: "Love is not for kids."
For I know the feeling of runaway love,
‘Tis sour and sore like broken ribs.
Leaves fade in coldest of winters, like a worn out glove,
Whose life has ended.‘Tis in this world
Where people's love for material things have grown.
Thou love knows no lie, only true and sweet words
But, when in sickness love goes away - what a scorn!
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