It was all the love I credited,
But it was the betrayal that debited,
For all the outstanding care I waited,
Love is completely a double entry affair,
Where truthfulness can perfectly tally,
And the disloyalty becomes a suspense,
All our talks stayed as an opening balance,
Where I waited for it to be carried forward,
Every commitment was an incomplete record,
When it merely measured the bonding ratio,
At the end it became an unbalanced sheet,
When you consider me a liability,
And that's when the whole thing fell in loss.
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