Upon The Shores of
The bridal veil's been lifted,
The honeymoon is over.
All well-wishers have come and gone,
And have now left us on our own.
He is off to make some money,
Each day he works real hard,
And with a smile upon his face,
Returns in evening to our simple little place.
I now miss my family,
That lives across the Pond,
And with too much idle time to think,
What was once our love boat, now begins to sink.
The banks begin to call.
The credit cards are maxed.
What was at first a fairytale,
Our love so fresh, turned so quickly stale.
Goodbyes are made,
And assets are divided,
But, even as I go, some of my heart will always be,
I am a native of
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