Jilted From the Altar
If love was just a picture,
Then the frame would be the heart.
Those who waited in faith and patience,
Remained recluse in love.
Love is the little hope that one's wants,
But deserts in times of needs...
Abandoned by true love is the misery of reality,
As only those who went through knows the opium of true love.
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