She waited with bated breath that night
Stood at the window with a candle in her hand
Hoping that today would be different…..
For a change he would notice her

He did not come that night,
He said he was caught in work.
Came early next morning,
But soon left without a word

She stood again at the window,again another night
With a ray of hope in her heart
He came and did not speak a word
Left early next morning

And still here she was,waiting on another night
Now with a sense of pain and frustration in her heart
Hoping against hope for a different reaction from him
He didn’t come home that night……..

She didn’t expect him the following night
He came home early
She did not speak a word
He was confused and upset
Asked her d reason for her silence
She merely said….”these r matters of the heart which r beyond ur powers of understanding.”

And yet again here she was waiting on another night
With an uncontrollable burning passion in her heart..
...And a rage that threatened to consume her
He did come home that night
And gave in to her wild ecstasy
Left early next morning……without saying a word.