Some advice for a lonely wife
who still loves in spite of it all
through the endless torment of deceit,
and the gleam that grows dull in
the eyes of one you love
when the truth be told,
and the heart goes still,
and the soul shrivels,
and the trust rusts,
forever stained by lures of lust,
and the eyes wet,
and the love begins to crumble
under the weight of minor indiscretions
nights away till late
strip joints and peep shows
drunken acts whispered about
rumours of dancing with another
flirting with some other
dancing on the edge of infidelity
these seem to pile up heavier
with each accusation...
give him a chance,
just one more to turn it all around,
to scrape the rust from your trust,
to devote his time to you for a while
without the need for escape
from what you should both hold precious,
strip dance for him
in the privacy of your home,
bring him a drink or two each weekend,
at home safe from temptations other then you,
and then tip him in a way he will not forget
for his patronage of your love.
Fight for it before it is gone
or just let it die quietly in a bar
somewhere south of your love.
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