A man falls in love, so they say
Because something within him is astray
It's not his health, but his mental state
Longing for the spring, in a winter's wait
Alone, he cannot bear to be
Yearning for someone to set him free
Children he may think he wants
But not like women, his desires taunt
Once married and with kids in tow
He longs for solitude, don't you know?
This cycle of love, and then alone
A never-ending story, to him well known.
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