Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Insanely Love

She knows of the other woman.
She knows whom he goes to at night.
But still she shares with him her bed,
Her life. Oh, don't you feel sorry for her plight?
She knows he loves the other woman.
He probably loves her, too, in his own wild way.
The hope exists. Worse, she still waits.
She knows he belongs to her only for the day.
She has the power to burn him down.
She knows she does. But there is love.
And where there is love, there's pain.
She is obsessed with him, and how!
She knows he will never belong to her
Fully, completely. But there's consolation.
He doesn't belong to the other woman, either,
She knows. Therein lies her satisfaction.
So she lives on. She waits for him to come to her.
Her mornings are for him. She loves him,
Clothes herself with him. Oh, the insanely way
In which she adores him, till the light goes dim.
Then it is time for the other woman to take over.
Pain in her heart, and tears in her eyes,
She leaves him. Oh, the game of hide and seek
The sun, the cloud and the moon play in the skies!

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