Too late
Sorrow overwhelming my downcast soul, the death of a story yet to be told, a brand new beginning filled with so much pain, the end of an era, only darkness remains, the wife of my youth has chosen to leave, no longer have I, her warm bosom to cleave, no more resting inside of her love so sweet, no more laying beside her at night under sheets, no more smells from the kitchen at the end of the day, no more time to be us..It must be too late
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