Every love story is different,
And every situation too.
So until it really happens
One might not know what she would do.
I’m sure my heart would have been broken
Had my true love been betrayed.
And my life mate had forgotten
All the promises he made.
I’d have the right to be unhappy.
I would have shed my anguished tears
And have said I’d not forgive him
For a million, million years.
I hope I’d not have made decisions
While so unhappy and dismayed,
That I would have licked my wounds awhile
Until the hurt began to fade.
It could be one indiscretion
Need not be a full life sentence,
If he had been truly sorry
And was willing to do penance.
On the other hand if there had been
A long, emotional affair
And he’d given her his true self
That was only mine to share,
Then it may be the hurt was too bad
And I could not forgive him.
I wouldn’t settle for a half of love,
It had been better just to leave him.
But the children, oh the children,
They would be so very sad.
I hope I’d be wise enough to spare them
And not to speak ill of their dad.
I know that I would worry then
And have started to wonder
If what the Lord had joined together
I had the right to put asunder.
For Delilah's contest