when he heard her voice ,
"can't marry you" was the sneer,
And he could no longer bear,
the agony of the truth,
"what use is your youth?"
His inner voice asked in pain,
and he felt a terrible strain,
in his memory rolled his life,
His love, his struggle and strife,
"I will jump down to my death"
he told her under his breath
"I have heard many giving such call
why don't you just go and fall" she told him and he beat a retreat,
and went up the stair some
30 feet,
And came down in a free fall from thirty feet in all
He fell on bicycle old tyre pile,
And bounced to ground in Circus style,
"God decided to save my life
so that you could be my wife" shouting this he ran up to her,
She heard his story but did not stir,
Thirty feet and saved by tyre
You must be a lousy liar,
If you cannot keep your vows,
You don't deserve to be my spouse.
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