She loves you with every fibre of her heart,
And would follow you to the end of all time,
Her soul yearns dear to be your counterpart,
To be with you forever and a lifetime.

How much longer must she look at you,
From a corner, dark, desolate, alone?
Before you spot her heart so true,
Innocent, mesmerising as moonstone.

The other woman is shunned, hopeless,
Banished to the lowest of sinners to be,
When all she wanted was to access,
The love she wanted, her last plea.