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There once was a man who loved for three years,
So many nights spent wiping away his tears.
The woman he loved was with another.
Oh, how the man wished to be her lover.
When she approached his heart pounded within his chest
And his breathing cut short, he felt almost blessed
To be in her presence, an angel she was,
But he hadn't a chance, and only because
She had two other lovers, she wasn't alone.
The fact that he loved her, she wouldn't have known,
Except one day they were talking, he let it slip.
She couldn't believe it, her heart did a flip
But a secret she kept it, hidden from all
That two years before then, for him she did fall.
Many days and a month since his profession of love
She told him the same, she's held him above
The other two lovers, they were more like her friends
Yet the relationships with them she couldn't quite end.
He begged and he begged for her to be his,
But she couldn't, she wouldn't hurt them for this.
You see, the man was different, a peasant of sorts-
Being with him would be a crime, of course.
The woman was higher than he on the social scale,
Adding more drama than needed to this horrible tale.
Day after day they spent more and more time
Together, they were so lost in their crime
That on a dark cloudy night, when the moonlight was blocked
And the night was still as could be, in on them walked
One of her lovers. The man's heart stopped beating,
His face turned pale, and he completely stopped breathing.
No, he wasn't dead, nor was he dying
But deep down inside, he felt he was crying.
He knew what he'd lost when the lover opened the door:
His world, his love, his everything and more.
The woman leapt from the bed, sobbing and screaming
That this hadn't happened, perchance she was dreaming?
Alas, this wasn't a dream, it had really occured.
By now the lover had left, he had endured
More than enough heartbreak to see the man
Holding the woman, she'd never been more confused than
She was at this time. Her soul was torn apart,
She couldn't believe this betrayal of her very own heart.
The woman stood up and kissed the man that had loved her so long
And she left left, knowing she'd done him such wrong.
Years had passed and the man sat so alone,
Waiting and waiting for that angel to come home.
She never returned and his heart remained longing
For the love of his life to claim her belongings.
Far away, the woman lived alone in a town
And tried not to think of the man that made her anything but down,
That man that she loved so strongly and dearly,
But thoughts of him, they say, may have nearly
Killed her. Now we've come to the end of this tragic story,
What lesson was there to learn? Always be faithful, never need glory and don't be so whorey!