Married But Still Alone

• Doing what I thought I’d love doing with my life Spending it with my lovely wife. • We sit watching TV in the place we call home I’m happy to be married, but yet, why am I still alone? • I thought this union was for love and not lust Just knowing it was partly because of the trust. • Slowly drifting away was that trust And quickly thoughts entered, echoing; this marriage is a bust. • Sign after sign appeared before me But they faded because, “She Married Me” was all I wanted to see. • Caught in what she considered to be just a small white lie Was big enough to have me break out into a cry. • What’s really going on? I asked myself. I had no answer, so I looked above for some help. • Lord, we said our vows and danced to our wedding song. How is it that we’re married, but yet, I’m still alone? • We entered our suite; ooh, to make love to my wife was my anticipation. But, low and behold, there was no consummation. • Oh Lord, that was the very first sign, But my love for my wife had me foolishly blinded. • Maybe she was tired and needed sleep, Oh how, I so wanted to weep. • So, for a couple of years and a few more months, I stood strong, But no more could I take being married, but still alone.