Love cut me yesterday…down to the bone
Ardor is two sided razor sharp knife
As day unfolded I was not alone
We bled tears together…me and my wife
Is ‘t better to not love?…sparing of heart
To shun deep attachment…remain aloof?
We clung tight together knowing from start
The query was solved by long ago woof
Love is butterflies fluttering inside
Or begrimed region… a self-imposed hell
Wings of contentment…jubilant ride
‘Til death do us part…dear God, ghastly smell
To love is to be loved…that’s what some say
I know that is true…trails of yesterday
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