Entombed is the love that never was,
For too showed in fragile years.
Her grace and her charm danced round
In a group, longing and reminiscing on life.
For fair suitors there was,
Yet not a match to be found.
For her heart had been stolen already,
The love that is found
Bore now isn't unto others,
Her lover knew just how she felt.
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