In the midst of sunshine, grief gripped her heart,
Smiled outwardly but, silently cried.
For between the two she was torn apart,
to remain one’s lover or another’s bride?
One whom she had cared and loved so deeply,
Seen steady in life’s each stormy twister.
Now the passion, that once was so fiery,
was turning into a frigid blister.
For he did break her heart, time and again,
by the distant coldness of his absence.
And now stood another before her, plain,
simple, ring in hand, thus she began to tense.
However, the distance ‘tween now and then
was much too large to simply smile and end.
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