Keepsake
A portrait of a future young bride
Stand with absolute pride
On my bedside table,
That I was really able
To cherish it for so long;
And I felt sad as I hear her song
Time and time again;
I don’t understand, beyond my ken
Why do I have to keep it, still?
I am not a keeper of a seal,
Nor I had been? For loyalty was betrayed;
Around the edges, thought is getting frayed
Whether, I’ll let the keepsake to remain
Adoring me, as I sleep in pain!
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