Heartstrings
You severed me for your paramour,
My first love, you are mon amour,
Doxy of love surround your heart,
Betrayed in the lanes of my sweeheart,
Sweeping the hectic lanes,
Sleeping in the lonely fanes,
I feel solaced in this heavy rain,
Why is this pity a condolement of pain?
Sire of our children, am a lone parent...
Squire's anguish on your treachery is apparent...
Finding love in your absence,
I am in awe of his presence...
You rush to the aisle in clamour,
Heart cracked, I am married to your paramour.
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