The dismay was evident
Despite the sweet sounds of the serenade
She had hoped for someone slightly taller
And with a bit more hair
Those words he spoke, however
Were magical and intoxicating
Like a cheap whiskey mixed with diet Snapple
Just for tonight she would overlook
The lack of a physical attraction
Days then weeks then months passed
During which he continued to be persuasive
With his passionate pleas and enduring entreaties
His words had become heroin
One morning she realized it had been over a year
And now they were living in sin
She could not imagine her life without him
Unfortunately, it was then
That he was suddenly struck mute
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