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It all started this day,
Our sixth.
Oath that would last till gray,
Our fifth.
Never thought we're in haste,
But this could be out fate.
We went on a date,
But ended up with hate.
My love that is so pure,
Was trampled and now has no cure.
I wanted to know
If this would be love till lifetime or
NO MoRe.
Wow! This is a very nice poem. I felt the emotion.