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In gilded chains, he wandered blind,
Love's cruel mirror, the heart entwined.
Seven years, a dance of pain,
Her laughter echoed, a siren’s bane.

Red flags waved a storm in disguise,
Yet in the tempest, he sought her skies.
A heart so wide, he sheltered her lies,
While she wandered, seeking fleeting highs.

Death's grip held him, feeble and frail,
Yet she slipped from their home, a nightingale's trail,
To meet a stranger beneath the bar's glow,
Her heart cold as winter, her deceit to sow.

A masquerade of sanity, “It's all in your mind,”
Her venomous whispers left scars intertwined.
She twisted the truth, a masterful thief,
And in the whirlwind of turmoil, he sought relief.

In a wedding of silence, vows rusted and torn,
With each whispered promise, new wounds were born.
Her smile a dagger, her love a cruel jest,
While shadows encroached on his hopeful quest.

Four years of silence, a symphony grim,
As she tore at the seams of his faith, ever dim.
Until, with blatant disdain, she gambled his heart,
Cheating in daylight, tearing his world apart.

In the wreckage of love, toxic fumes burned,
He gathered his courage each lesson learned.
Yet whispers of innocence she fervently spread,
While he bore the burden of the love that she fed.

Half a home vanished, and treasures of old,
His father's ring, a love story sold.
In the silence of absence, his spirit reclaims,
A flicker of hope in the ashes of shame.

Through heartbreak, he wandered, the path redefined,
Encounters anew, where warmth intertwines.
She graced him with kindness, a soft, tender light
Yet shadows emerged, her truth took to flight.

In solitude, she spiraled, a life overthrown,
All friendships dissolved, and in silence, alone,
She gazed into mirrors of choices now made
Regret draped her shoulders, her gladness betrayed.

While he learned to soar, with wings wide and free,
The man once ensnared now dances with glee.
Though years built on torment left scars that won’t fade,
In the tapestry of healing, new colors were laid.

So raise a glass to the wounds we survive,
To love that teaches us how to revive.
For even in shadows, the soul finds its way,
To bloom in the sunlight, reborn from dismay.
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