Had she ever long for him, So dashing, sweet and fine, His words as sweet as honey, Flowing smoother than wine, She missed his curls, She missed his smile, And while he claimed his love to her, He had another all the while, Lust had set deep in his mind, The schemer was her lover here, She stabbed his heart and heard him cry, His ludicrous crocodile tears, He begged her stay and never leave, But she told him with venomous glare, "If you truly wanted me, You would have proved you cared, Instead of loving other women, Like I was just a spare."
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