Death of a Bacehelor (sonnet 2)

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Enjoyed many.
Loved none.
Happiness wavered undone.
Longing plenty.

Felt like a waste of time.
Speed dating, sex,
from one and onto the next.
I was empty inside.

Then I met her.
Things got serious.
Now domesticated.
Life is so much easier, better.
My love no longer delirious.
To adore her, I was elated.

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