"Ignorance is bliss" they say.

One tap to the veil, a wonder lies beneath it.

A love dumped and buried grows, stronger.

And it's memories burn, indeed mightier than a burning flame.

Memories of a sweet ex taste much holier than a new found love.

While some have scripted endings of, "and he kissed the bride..."

Nature purposed us to become syllables of tragedies.