TRUE-BLUEA Poem by AyeshaReposting this.Newly weds, early they wonder Fond of love but nothing to render. Heart of gold but eyes so blind, fond of love but nothing to find. Nothing happened. No clue. Felt this before? Déjà vu?
Newly weds, benign and gentle, slowly incurring odium. No flattery, no more cajole; waiting to become a taciturn.
Newly weds, lately they wonder who faded away all the fun and what caused the disunion?
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