I loved you madly so,
You didn’t value my sentiment though,
How could you act like a statue,
Devoid of feelings and virtue?
As a divorced pigeon,
Finds another companion soon,
I’ll start life newly,
Since the destruction of life is cowardly.
Girl, must you remember,
That breaking a heart, you can’t be content ever.
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