Sometimes lovers take the other for granted and supposedly move on to greener pastures Then regret what they have done

Note: I am fully aware of the meter being out and the syllabic count being unbalanced. I don't need a poet Nazi to tell me this
Read the poem aloud, establish the rhythm and beat and the intent I know it works

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