A perfect couple they are;
Holding hands together.
Neighbors envy they both;
Amicable as sun kissed weather.
A beautiful home they built,
With a garden fine.
Twin girls are theirs,
With pigtails sublime.
Always glimpsed are they,
With lips curved in smile.
Anguish and grief from them,
Are off by miles.
Their bond,
Free of strife.
A perfect match,
Their parents arranged.
They live with pomp and joy;
Agony estranged.
But what is it the stars foresee?
In future when the sun sets,
They lay in separate beds.
Their rapport stops burning bright.
And they become strangers in the night?
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