My Wife To Be....

It was about a year ago,
In a palace I now cannot see,
That I celebrated the new year,
Me and my wife to be.

Yes, we were at a young age,
Beatiful was she,
That we loved with a love that Frightened most loves,
Me and my wife to be.

But the envious found ways to Seperate her and me,
I did everything for her,
Even things she could not see,
But God almighty made her Stubborn,
My unappreciative wife to be.

But i distinctly remember,
That in the begining of December,
She was tired of the love I had for Her.

In my life it never fails,
To be thrown away,
And fill with tears twenty pails,
And be left alone, alone to stay.

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