{"sf1_id":847586,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Repaired","author":"Michel Corbeau","words":138,"posted_at":"2015-04-14T02:55:00.000Z","tags":["Friendship","Love","Poem","Poetry","Triolet","Verse","cycle"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/847586-repaired","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/847586","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=847586\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Many years we spent in sorrow  \nWhere we sat so small and humble  \nStill we stand and stand tomorrow  \nMany years we spent in sorrow  \nSincere love or lust to borrow?  \nBut we stood despite our stumble  \nMany years we spent in sorrow  \nWhere we sat so small and humble  \n  \nOnce we were forever falling  \nFrom our morbid melancholy  \nLiving life was self appalling  \nOnce we were forever falling  \nYet the vital voice was calling  \nAnd restrained the fatal folly  \nOnce, we were forever falling  \nFrom our morbid melancholy  \n  \nHere we live no longer broken  \nFor this love, I am so grateful  \nSweeter words so scarcely spoken  \nHere we live no longer broken  \nTake my love, a precious token  \nAs our meeting had been fateful  \nHere we live no longer broken  \nFor this love, I am so grateful  \n  \n\n"}