Blind love

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In youth's embrace, our souls entwined,

Destined, it seemed, as one combined.

Yet time, a cunning artisan did fashion

A blade of treachery, with cruel passion.

As I, in tender youth, stood guard,

You, with malice, my trust did discard.

Desperate, I tried to mend the fray,

But my efforts faltered, led astray.

Through the years, as wisdom grew,

I laid down tears, gained a clearer view.

No more a captive to your deceit,

I break the chains, my heart's defeat.

In the theatre of life, a prisoner no more,

The stage is mine, a free encore.

A tale of resilience, a triumph's chore,

Shakespearean echoes, my soul does soar.

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