Indeed it is a sad truth
That love begets
Its share of regrets,
Though not in the loving
Should it be said
That our souls be dead,
It is in the loss
That we oft are prone to forget
The moments of joy
As we prefer the pain
Of love’s embrace lost.
We look back upon that
Fairytale time
To a fallacy known
And grown to a truth cherished:
That we were blameless;
Victims of an erratic
Callous heart.
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