Miles I walked holding her hand — known what happiness feels like,
I chatted all the way – days were not ours but nights seemed so bright;
Wiser I felt — sage she made me feel — when all those were said (I had to say),
Sudden she left me — unprotected — unwanted, without saying why but in decay.
Miles I walked holding her hand — unaware of what sorrow she could bring,
Heaven were her touches once — like poison now she crawls beneath my skin;
Oh! Through the journey I have learnt, her being was the sorrow that guided me,
She was the misery I walked with — towards my certain demise — my destiny.
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