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~~Broken~~

"Love the ideal thing, marriage a real thing

once deceived, a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished"-Johann Goethe

We were so strong once now we are broken,

I gave you my love first, in the form of a token...

an  promise that was supposed to afford you protection...

has turned into an object of daily reflection...

How did this all come about  I say looking back

All that I know is I miss you and  courage I lack.

I knoiw it is hard but I have to forgive

Because without you I know I would not want to live....

I carry my heart now out on my sleeve..

The feelings ..they flood and they bring no relief

only the thought..you returning to me..

could ever afford me the hope to  just to be....

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