One of the worst wounds in the world
I could see in the heart of a husband
I could see clearly all of his sufferings
As a bottom of a tranquil lake, is seen
Trouble had been begun subsequently
When he had loved a woman idolatry
Then after a time period and suddenly
He had fallen in love again, but lustily
He prefers his first love still logically
But he cannot ignore the later luxury
He is now on a pathway, that finally
He will be a lost cheater, eventually

In a cozy corner
On a lake's shore
We used to meet
For a long time
There was a place
Far from the trails
We could sit there
For long hours alone
We kissed and shared
In whisper many tales
I liked too much
Hold you in arms
We played such as
Two kids would do
Some times we did
That love thing, too
We thought no one
could harm our case
But for every tale
There is an end
Ours was that day
They found us unawares
Our lips were touching
Our tongues were locked
This was huge scandal
Shame burned us both
...
What hurts me most
Is but another fact
I can't see you
No more, ever again!

She left me that windy evening
When the sun height was decreasing
The globe was gradually darkening
As I knew later, also my own ending
The sun left the sky, she fiery shining
She too left my life, her heart burning
From the words, she couldn't bear hearing
* * *
The sun came back tomorrow morning
She never came back, I'm still mourning

Consider being in a desert
In bare arid desolate, lonely
Abandoned without any resource
All around you a vast eternity
Emptiness, not any living in sight
Terror and anxiety and fear
Of your fate, your end destiny
You have lost all your virtue
You are lost and it hurts you

Vast emptiness, without any edges
Like an ocean, without any shores
You don't even find in you the urge
To go farther, it seems to be no hope

This is how the writers feel
When their mind is empty, clear
Writers' block has stroke them
There seem that it has no end
The virtue of writers is only
Their creative mind nothing more
When it's all clear and empty
No hope remains, terror comes.

He says it's protection
She says it's imprisonment

He says it's love without any limits
She says he controls me in all aspects

He says she is for him such as his breath
She says he holds me tight that can't breath

Where is the borderline between
Caring and support and respect
And control and feeling of being owned?
* * *
He tells her about a tale
As an example, of a leaf
The leaf was on a branch
On top of a high proud tree
It felt confined on the tree
It left the peace of the branch
But freedom cost was so high
The wind owned then the leaf
Turned it in any direction at will.

But she smiles and responses
I am not a leaf, but a human
I love you so much, it's true
But I can live happy alone
However, storms of difficulties
In life may be threatening strong
I live here with you because
I love you, not that for need.

There are risks available
In any new relationship
At first, they show you
Only their bright side
As you go further on
Dark aspects are revealed
Ugly personalities show up

You may complain that
They did deceive you
But let me advise you
Consider again the aspects
That drove you to them
The bright side of them
The beautiful part of them

No one is all perfect
In all aspects of life
And also think critically
About yourself from outside
You have an ugly side too
That you hid at first
Think. How you deceived them?

The most thing that I love
On earth is that:
                            delightful,
                            graceful,
                            wonderful,
                            beautiful,
soul.

Those that are lovely most of the time.
Yet you may hate them from time to time.
When you are confused about their mysteries.

They are gentle, tolerant, forgiving
Emotive, half part of human beings.

Those I love most,
On earth are women.

Mothers, sisters, and spouses
That men could not live without.