I don't know your name,
I have see your face;
And hers when she is with you.
That delicate smile,
The same as when we first met,
Somehow, I don't know, ironic.
Does she see in your eyes tranquility,
Like an open sun on a lake,
The lake where we were married?
She drinks in your light,
And when I saw the two of you,
Something inside of me began to die,
Like these words,
Jealous phrases from the other man,
Are you a jealous man, do you know of me?
When you look to the distance,
Because I am sure you will always
Be there, do you see yourself
At the hospital battling pneumonia?
Your hands on hers
Like curled rose petals,
Where at the hospital no one asks
You to leave because they know somehow
The term visiting hours don't apply.
You hold the woman I love,
With your powerful hands,
You who **** me inside,
Is she yours now,
Body and soul?
But you see I am her husband,
And for her I have a divine thirst,
So I won't make a public scene.
Tell me, tell me sir,
What words have you spoken,
Words in a myriad of seduction
To steal a man's love, the love of my life?
Be gentle with her,
Love her as gentle air over tree tops,
Nothing is as sweet as her delicate
Touch, savor it.....
And perhaps when you are done,
Because I know you are just passing through,
(This I pray to God)
She returns to me with the same
Gleam in her eyes.
She holds me like she used to,
And we haven't been this happy
In years, I can trace my life
Over each crevice of her body,
I follow them to you sir,
And it reminded me that I have lost,
Not my wife,
But myself in taking for granted
This dove bit so innocent.
You are no obstacle sir,
Because I am now flaming,
Alive even,
A bitter heaviness dwells within,
I must keep the jealous soul at bay,
And this grief like you,
Will pass,
I will love her again as you reminded,
The paralysis is gone,
And now I leap to life
When before you sir,
Nothing was possible.
Two sides of grief here, one is seeing his wife with another man, the other is recognizing his failures as life has waned on, he fell into a calmness many do and take for granted the reasons our women talk in love with us in the first place.