What came first, the music or the misery?
For, love can be cataclysmic and traumatic.
Yet, before any havoc, takes place;
Loving someone, evokes euphoria, first.
Being in love signifies
Blushing cheeks and winsome smiles.
Full many, of us, wail and snivel;
When love turns sour and awry.
It's like, everyone gets to forget,
The Elysian Fields, that sprung up;
Back when everything, was iridescent and lovely.
So, what came first, the music or the misery?
Gaiety, camaraderie, tender promises--
These came first, surely.
Also, not all love stories end, nefariously.
Some, remain--pristine and laudable--
Even, until death. Even, forever.
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