Loved and Hated

Lonesome indeed am i in this cell As I remembered how my life turned from heaven to hell She was my wife; Was she beautiful... was she adorable... so noble But how quickly it all changed and fell. Venice is where I met her, The ring, the promise all i remember She was my wife; was she lovable... was she perfect.. in every prospect But nor was i aware what she would deliver. ED was my friend; that was in fact his pretence Little did i know that he was a back stabber in my absence She was my wife; Was she graceful... was she attractive.. so festive And not a sniff of betrayal did i sense. AND Half past eight the usual time i arrive Merry was i like a bee returning to its hive And there was my wife; Was she frightened... was she troubled.. and she mumbled Crying was she as the clock struck five. Troubled... I looked... and there was he My friend.. my foe.. and couldn't i believe what i see She was my wife; Was she at all? Was she the right call? Damn you all! When every angel was fast asleep.. demons within controlled the scene. Ed and my wife lay there passive Murder is unpardonable... a crime so massive Dead was my wife; Was she disgraceful... was she vain.. so insane; The result was so destructive. Love is a great feeling - Only if you start not playing Vain was she - Ed too as it was he AND He was my friend - later was my foe Treason was better - The ending was so low Death was inevitable - as they broke the sacred lore. ( this is my first poem so please comment about it... so that i can improve ) Thank you..