Your ex calls you
After a bitter divorce
He is missing you
You had sworn
You would never see him again
That SOB
But now you miss him too
Go back to him
Get him and put your high
Octane fuel to the fires of love
Burn him, burn yourself
all aflame in love
Forget trivial things like money
Forgive him for a night out with your friend
Be proud his heart was overflowing with love
And he made your friend happy just for one time
How lucky you have him whom many desire in their heart
How lucky you were their envy. They wished they had him
If you swore by God, God will forgive you
Go get him. Have him, have him. Have fun with him.
God loves those who love. And share love. No?
Time heals wounds, and too, SOB-ness. No?
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