Judge Not.

I still see her face .....on our wedding day when love was blind. Now I watch the changing expressions flit accross a once radiant face. Ones that make me sad.... though more often mad. The deep grove on her brow caused by many a frown her cold eyes when she looks at me the chill of a winter's wind. The way she dismisses my attempt at talk rather she steps away ... an insolent walk. Fires rage within me...hate seeds start to grow against my soul mate......who once I loved so. Where did I go wrong, what have I done, a good man I am...a loving husband. I give her everything........ nothing does she lack yet she treats me like a dog....who's not even allowed to bark. The day she left me...I searched for answers I searched high and low what I found left me bewildered so for the image my soul mirrored was not me....could not be, a frightful picture the one I see. Handsome and suave.... the outer garments I wore sweet talk came easy to friends outdoors. A devil at home ...a taste of gall. Underneath it all was my image ....mirrored in the face I loved. Had I but eyes to see within... I might have changed but too blind I was .....too arrogant...too vain to see the ugly garments the world could not see. Unforgiving, and condeming wretch that I am, vindictive and controlling too. Ashamed I am I must admit I have judged my love unfairly.....and lost it all 'twould have been better..... never to have judged at all.