Longing

My husband is gone on one of many lonely nights. I pout with pride, perceiving I've been denied my marital rights. But to what end would I spend the pleasure of having his heart and his time to treasure? Would I become more loving if he made it easy? Would my heart forbear much, if only he'd please me? If by these means, my heart must break, Another love could fill the ache. Could temptation have its way? My sad heart justify its stray? As my heart aches in its vacant space, I long for another to take his place. Yet if another were to hold my hand, would human "love" have a greater demand? Would I take for granted each familiar kiss? Would my heart still crave a greater bliss? If he were willing and eagerly able, would the need still be desperately insatiable? Was I created for a greater love, and this loneliness a blessing from above? By other trials lighter than this my stubborn being would still resist a deeper love, a sweeter kiss, one leading to eternal bliss.