When I was younger,
I was wild and partied hard.
And I knew plenty of people,
for there were, no holds barred.
As long as I was lonely,
in a romantic sort of way.
These people seemed content,
just to have me day by day.
Then along came my miracle,
as he swept me off, of my feet.
He was dashing and charming,
and when we danced, you could feel the heat.
When things started clicking,
and there was more, to my life than dread.
My friends started plotting,
for they wanted, my miracle dead.
They even sunk as low,
trying to lure him, to their beds.
Lying and pretending,
setting him up, in every way.
But everytime they tried,
it was another, dragon slayed.
Then one day, his orders came,
as they admitted, to all they had done.
For they were full of envy,
as for friends, I left with none.
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