She had a gaunt haunted face, stark in its paleness
Her mouth was thin and
the lips were colourless
The countenance was sad, her dark eyes hollow
And the frail being trembled in keenly felt sorrow
The reason for her broken world weary carriage
Was being locked in a
cold loveless marriage
And the limits of her entrapment were narrow
Which she keenly felt deep in bone and marrow
She was a pitiful sight with eyes cast down
Skinny, bent and stooped
and shoulders round
She was a poor
creature, broken in mind and soul
But I was captivated
and pledged to make her whole
So with a matter of
weeks I broke the binding tether
And we made our
escape, forever bound together
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