A perfect husband he's been, <br />completely faithful to the very end, <br />but I have not been able to surrender <br />my entirety to him. <br /> <br />As We talk, and walk beside each other <br />with hands and hearts tightly clad, <br />the moment seems finer than gold. <br />It's clear, <br />he is the one that makes me glad. <br /> <br />But on those lonesome nights <br />when his kind words and kisses do not soothe, <br />I have a pica for anything, <br />anything that can restore my lost youth. <br /> <br />So I run far away from him <br />to find something new I can enjoy, <br />but the sensation is never the same; <br />nothing but him can bring me joy. <br /> <br />If he were to leave me now <br />I would be lost, without a doubt. <br />So why is my heart behaving like this, <br />why has my love for him gone amiss?<br /><br />Bianca Free<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-cheating-wife/
