I still see her face .....on our wedding day
when love was blind.
Now I watch the changing expressions
flit accross a once radiant face.
Ones that make me sad.... though more often mad.
The deep grove on her brow caused by many a frown
her cold eyes when she looks at me
the chill of a winter's wind.
The way she dismisses my attempt at talk
rather she steps away ... an insolent walk.
Fires rage within me...hate seeds start to grow
against my soul mate......who once I loved so.
Where did I go wrong, what have I done,
a good man I am...a loving husband.
I give her everything........ nothing does she lack
yet she treats me like a dog....who's not even allowed to bark.
The day she left me...I searched for answers
I searched high and low
what I found left me bewildered so
for the image my soul mirrored
was not me....could not be,
a frightful picture the one I see.
Handsome and suave.... the outer garments I wore
sweet talk came easy to friends outdoors.
A devil at home ...a taste of gall.
Underneath it all was my image ....mirrored in
the face I loved.
Had I but eyes to see within... I might have changed
but too blind I was .....too arrogant...too vain to see
the ugly garments the world could not see.
Unforgiving, and condeming wretch that I am,
vindictive and controlling too.
Ashamed I am I must admit
I have judged my love unfairly.....and lost it all
'twould have been better..... never to have judged at all.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007