T’was a love told on a single page
By a man named Seth to his Marguerite
That would help to escape her life one day
And the hand of he who had made her weep
He wrote of how they 'd journey toward
A happiness with no burdens; no lies
Bewildered not of what he had thought
Though soon his sweet Marguerite would die
For beyond the grasp it was of he
Who’d not understood that a love so fair
Could touch the heart of his wife to be
And woo her soul with a romantic flair
So wedded they’d be upon a day
That’d ultimately mark with it a tone
That fate does sound when an angel strays
From whom she was meant to be with - alone
She gave herself so unwillingly
To her fiancé right up on that aisle
And when they married he had plans to see
That she shall rightfully bear his child
To a certainty Marguerite had wept
On the honeymoon of this loveless lie
And made this choice before she leapt
From her own untimely breathless cry
Oh, when her Seth had espied the news
He vowed that eternity will never sweep
His soul away from the soul of his
Belovéd angel, his heart, his Marguerite
By a man named Seth to his Marguerite
That would help to escape her life one day
And the hand of he who had made her weep
He wrote of how they 'd journey toward
A happiness with no burdens; no lies
Bewildered not of what he had thought
Though soon his sweet Marguerite would die
For beyond the grasp it was of he
Who’d not understood that a love so fair
Could touch the heart of his wife to be
And woo her soul with a romantic flair
So wedded they’d be upon a day
That’d ultimately mark with it a tone
That fate does sound when an angel strays
From whom she was meant to be with - alone
She gave herself so unwillingly
To her fiancé right up on that aisle
And when they married he had plans to see
That she shall rightfully bear his child
To a certainty Marguerite had wept
On the honeymoon of this loveless lie
And made this choice before she leapt
From her own untimely breathless cry
Oh, when her Seth had espied the news
He vowed that eternity will never sweep
His soul away from the soul of his
Belovéd angel, his heart, his Marguerite
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