She brushes her hair
for the countless times
Looking out at the window
for every five minutes
Checking the dining table
for every now and then...
Everything needs perfection
For her lover is in town..

She glances again
at her own reflection in the mirror
Still pretty, perfect slim body
Exquisite... she smiled to herself..

Restless...She sat on her bed...
If only her bed could talk...
She thought for a second..
She couldn't remember
how many times
she has surrendered herself there
Her body... Her soul..
She has lost counts
How many times too
She cried herself to sleep...
When her lover left again...

If only her pillow could speak...
Perhaps it would say repeatedly
Don't you have regrets..
A lover's game is to wait...

To warm this cold and cruel bed...
Just for a while till your heart breaks
I witness the days that you weep

And the lover learns to patiently wait
though waiting hurts and kills
died several times and made alive again

sometimes she has no heart, frozen
sometimes she is really hot, burning
sometimes she doesn't even know herself
or what she has been doing...
She has gone too far
too deep
She cannot run from this
forbidden relationship...
There is no turning back...
Trapped in a golden cage..
She has lost her soul...

Is this the price she has to pay
To be somebody's secretlover?