Even His Reflection
What keeps a man tied up to a woman
Who’s distant and leads her own life?
She speaks a tongue from a group of Roman
And that woman is his “dear” wife.
They stopped talking and even making love.
Then what is the point of locking
Your former other half as a caged dove
While dreaming of mistress stalkings?
It’s not decent, unfair to all the three
Each one’s craving satisfaction
How in the end it’d turn out to be
Knows noone, even his reflection.
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