By the time I finish the last line
You will realize how foolish I've been
Being a victim of infatuation
I went the extra mile to make her mine
All other things suffered at her expense
I even hated the sight of other ladies
My beautiful princess now rules my thought
I spend and spend till I was poor
All in a bid to make her smile
My room is littered with her image
My brain is polluted with her name
My mind is a captive to her thought
Then I heard from a reliable source
Someone told me she's getting married
She's got herself a man who's not me
You are wrong to call her unfaithful
For she made a very sensible choice
She married one who's man enough to say "I love you"
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