The first year is always magical.
There is not such a thing as hassle.
Everything seems to be a in a bustle
Taking each day as most blissful.
And you learn to love a man so adorable.
The next few years prove to be quite a circus.
On again. Off again. You want to get out thus
You stay as the beau kisses you endless.
The storms, the tears are now the past.
And you love him just the same, no fuss.
The final year is quite a mess
You have to resign from all the stress
The beau leaves you and that’s intense!
And you’re left behind hurt and anxious
Yet you love him just the same no less.
You still love him like a fool nonetheless.