Cursed she was
Or so she thought
Every year
They were the same
She was losing
None wanted her
They came and went
Nursed she did
Her heart she felt
Forming into a rock
She lived to flirt
For none was ready
Ready to make her
The bride she wished
Lost she had
Every interest
Interest in men
They were there
Much present as toys
For she had accepted
Accepted her fate of loss
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