Is it fair ,my Love?

Ofttimes, the sidewalks of Bruges,
Remind me the tightly held hands.
Those episodes of togetherness in betimes,
Had become the memories for weetime.

Are they frore, my love?
Nevertheless, being a blackguard's girl now!
You taught me what fairness was.
Now, you teach me what betrayal is.

Can I call you a person of disloyalty?
I cannot as you aren't treacherous even to disloyalty .
Had I got the curse to suffer from Eros?
For me,even the curse is sparse.

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