Dedicated to love

The rejoice of life, the settle of love,
The hand that touched, became eternal bliss,
For on the oath, they vowed with sacred heart,
that they will forever be one.

The wife became passive, with already bore three,
Her belly protruding, with layers of giving love,
Her husband's disgust of the love grew old,
That his lust, is ever gone.

Soon to say, the merry song ends,
With the guilt, the wife went,
Discovering an affair, her heart broke,
Again they'll meet the matrimony man.

For the short bliss ends, with tragedy.
For then life seemed much further, but brighter.
Each heads their way, into dreams they wanted,
Then to understand love and to wonder.

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