Have I to care for the bleeding boil of you?
A thing ugly and unpleasant to my glare
Birth of your marriage - the love you advertise so true
Keep your grated heart away, away from my stare!
Oh! Had it affect your soul; had your face turn blue?
Do not weary it is a rightful fare
Creatures dream of astonishing fantasies
Only to butcher after entering the portal
Reception held so splendid and grandiose
Vows exchanged for the sake of future foul
Did blissful commitment not your promise?
And now you are witnessed to crawl
They say we learn more from personal experience
And good ones are ours to intertwine
But some ‘trends' can be ghastly at expense
Yet infidelity was your favourite wine
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