Her name? Undisclosed, but she had this tale of woe...
Trust, was for her, was oh heck no..
This would be her downfall or heel of achilles..
her heart was cold,..her stare? Indeed chilly!..
This would be her portrait, but then I'd discover..
I was only one,..and there was another..
I could question why but I'd get no answer..
Should I love or leave,...I'd get no answer,,
Some say love is a seed and from it a rose..
Have I love's seeds? The world may never know..
Of my pain,..of my plight....
my risings late at night.....
Far be it,....i must complain,...
of the host with the undisclosed name...
I suppose her''s was an episode of unbridled lusts..
He was jovial and carefree,..musts was enough..
Listen,..I'd suppose you'd listen, but to whom do I speak?
Love was given away to him last week..
Ah,. to dispair,. allude to I don't care..
Only to be caught unawares,...somewhere out there..
Leave or stay? Love is still gone away...
Its meticulous to go on,..on a day to day..
So,..deceite does lurk in the heart of a bethrothed..
Nevermind, I thought you knew her,..she was undisclosed..
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