Expectant Waiting

The paraphernalia of our marriage could unite Our bodies for only a few days, and our minds—never Beyond the night of our room, your eyes blinked at the moonlight. Our gorgeous king-queen bed could not keep our hearts together. Preparing your favourite dishes, I eagerly wait For my birthday cake, which you'd bring, with a lovely red rose I stare through the wine cups that seem, like me, to contemplate On their emptiness, which, lo, never, on their own, they chose No one has been invited, I know. These decorations I've done it so that if anyone comes, they shouldn't blame you. You may be in a bar or at someone's celebrations. Tales of the Night Ending: I can smell the morning dew. Come, my love, I dare to bear your infidelity too. I love you. My love for you is true. It will remain true.