I love you,
She protested on her knees,
Crying and begging,
Not to set her free,
We've been together, for so long,
She uttered, between sobs,
Like a heartbreaking song.
~*~
I love you too,
I whispered,
You know, I am married,
These words, came out of my lips,
As if I suddenly,
Developed a conscience.
~*~
One day I woke,
On a hospital bed,
I tried, to soothingly explain,
I saw myself,
In the mirror.
~*~
'Twas not my reflection,
But a dark hideous shadow,
Of what I've become,
In the eyes of my wife.
~*~ ~*~
By: William Bonilla
3/08/03
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This is a very powerful write. Excellent!!
yf
tony
Than the guiltiness of a two timing man"...
I recall this little ditty from my grandmothers lips. I hate to say what else she said but let's just say a man is only as good as his word and she made reference to a Mason Jar.
Thanks for your poem. I reflected upon a great well of wisdom handed down years ago.
Love and peace,
Susan
Oh this one hurt.
Excellent.
Peg
friend. Very intense.
Hope all is Ok with you..
Nancy
[smiles] Well done.
you were two timing?
Good one! write that is........