My Curse of Eight(Revised)
Number eight has plundered my life.
First time was divorce upon eight years.
Second marriage ended in strife.
At the end of eight months, were tears.
Eight years of loneliness took its toll.
Alcohol, second youth, choices wrong.
Chasing dreams, almost took my soul.
Presenting new problems too long,
Now much wiser then in years past,
Securing true love, finally in life,
I believe my curse has ended at last.
Finding and cherishing a final wife.
Eight years of courtship, I planned.
Her curse of five had long passed.
Five years of marriage does stand.
Soon eight years of marriage massed.
My curse lifted sweetly, so serene,
She says, I am the cutest she ever seen.
I know she is a treasure of my scene.
I am her king, She, my everlasting queen.
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