"I met her, black eyes, Brown skin,
A smile that left me in a spin.
For the first time, I felt love's flame,
But it was just an illusion, a heart in vain.

Butterflies danced, marriage in my dreams,
Waiting for her, patience wore thin, it seems.
My heart concluded, 'This won't be a mistake,'
But fate had other plans, our love would soon partake.

She hailed from the Seven Sisters, a gem...