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He never seemed to have the time for her Responsibilities kept piling high His days just seemed to fly in blinding whir He could not sense her love was soon to die So tired from his work, he'd lie in bed and kiss her quick goodnight, then fall to sleep How could he know her needs he had not fed For they had life and home and funds to keep He felt that life was good, and all was well They spoke of his good fortune and his wife How could he know that flames reached up from hell and soon he'd taste from cup of bitter strife That night he planned to take her for a spin He bought some chocolates and rose in bloom Outside his bedroom door, he lost his grin He found her being ravaged in their room His best friend and his wife in love's embrace it made his heart convulse in frenzied beat Before he'd kill them both, he left the place But how could he forget her brazen heat ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They sat there in the office, pens in hand their lives were torn in two, divorce: the end She touched his arm as he prepared to stand He melted then, but had to just pretend "You never knew the love I have for you I tried my best to keep you satisfied Throughout my days, the best I tried to do but your neglect just left me traumatized You never praised the beauty of my face The touch of love you kept; I died within You did not see the negligee of lace HE saw all these, and tried my heart to win I tried to close my heart, I did not dare to lose the home we had, I longed to be the one you loved with soul and body bare, yet all my pent up love, you did not see." And with those words she gave a little cry the tears that flowed struck cold his broken heart He knew the fault he bore, he now knew why But it was all too late; they now must part ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is a moral to this tale so drear A wife is still a woman with desire She longs to know her man to her is near So take the time to please and stoke her fire You need to show her that she is the one Who makes you long to love, and laugh, and live So let your passion rival heat of sun And then her all to you, she'll freely give ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wife has needs and wants just like you do To see her constant bloom, give love that's true ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/13/2015 6:45:00 PM
I enjoyed this WOW very much ... CayCay
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Date: 9/26/2015 2:18:00 PM
Wow Eileen outstanding write! The depth of how each felt about the inattention, betrayal and loss was superbly written. Awesome! Hugs
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/26/2015 3:40:00 PM
Thanks, dear. I'm glad you liked this piece. Hugs
Date: 9/24/2015 2:46:00 PM
Hey Eileen, stopped by for a visit. What a deep and emotional treatise on lost love, neglect, and betrayal. You express the depth of the hurt and pain that comes as a result. If you find a moment, check out my poem "I'll Cry No More For You". This is excellent writing and expression from you. Be Blessed, Neva
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Date: 9/24/2015 1:05:00 PM
A sad tale this is, Eileen. A lesson that cannot be emphasized more. People grow apart for lack of constant expression of love and affection. But isn't family worth the sacrifice and forgiveness? It can happen both ways. Lovely work. hugs!
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Date: 9/21/2015 11:29:00 AM
You make an excellent story-teller, Eileen! Often, taking things for granted is the main culprit. Love is like a plant; it needs water and nourishment! Hugs // paul
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Date: 9/21/2015 11:07:00 AM
Your poem is beautifully told, I love how it enfolds. Great write ... CayCay
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Date: 9/21/2015 7:00:00 AM
Good story telling Eileen, a sad outcome.
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Date: 9/21/2015 2:33:00 AM
Death of love is death before death! Powerful, true and beautiful poem written by a heart able to love! Excellent dear Eileen!
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Date: 9/21/2015 12:09:00 AM
FANTASTIC IN DEPTH, REALISM AND SAD IN ITS TRUTH MY FRIEND. Methinks a common ailment in too many marriages is the old one--taking ones partner for granted and then failing to keep hot passion alive. And yes, it can be either partner that is the victim of such sad neglect. Truly superb poem, A7 . Wish to rate THIS GEM as a super 10.
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Date: 9/20/2015 7:49:00 PM
Eileen, It's so sad when love dies. One goes through a type of of mourning. You capured the wife's devestation very well. Good job.:-) Alexis 7
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Date: 9/20/2015 4:01:00 PM
I agree with what Charma says and agree there is often fault on both parts - a thought provoking write Eileen:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 9/20/2015 3:43:00 PM
So much truth in these lines sweet Eileen.. Sometimes We think that all that is important is the house that's made of stone, but all way through We loose the love that made our house a home. Yep m unfortunately there are men who do not know their wife's favourite colour, favourite food, nor her sexual desires and other needs, It could be the other way round of course. Many times they realize too late to mend each mistake. I really loved this poem sweet Eileen, a favourite.
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/20/2015 3:54:00 PM
Hello, my dear. My poem took a different turn than what I had intended it to. I think I like it more as a story. Yes, my sweet....neglect can be from both sides. Taking a spouse for granted is really sad. I guess those of us who are married realize that we have done it at some point or another. Thanks for visiting my poem dear...Hugs

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