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For better or worse

and so the lies told

to honor and cherish

to have and to hold



Promises spoken

before family and friend

a love that is forever

with no forseen end



But time holds a secret

a deception concealed

unlike other wounds

a broken heart, with time

will never heal



Happiness forsaken

words now spoken

are angry and mean



A public promise now empty

when love lacks the warmth for two

so dies the dream