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Lovelorn
The nuptial bond certainly is thorny on occasion,
The moment it takes us on a celestial voyage,
The very next moment turns into an infernal procession,
While misery through the windowpane takes a quick gaze.
The mind is not obedient, don’t know why,
Not content with the bliss in sight and longs for more,
The novel beloved keeps distance being shy,
Heart of mine bitterly aches in its core.
Face whatever come may,
Face whatever come may.
