Too Little Too Late
The man to whom I have been wed,
For low these many years,
Has never shared his love with me,
Now wants to share his fears.
I Don't Want To.
My feelings never mattered much,
He told me, don't complain,
And now we're old he thinks that I,
Should gladly share his pain.
Why Should I?
When I am sick he doesn't care,
I must care for myself,
But if it's him then I must do,
All that I can to help.
For What Reason?
I used to try to talk to him,
Tried to build a bond.
He didn't want to hash it out,
And all I did he shunned.
I'm Done Now.
He says that I'm uninterested,
Don't care, not a good wife.
He should have learned so long ago,
Good husbands make good wives.
Judy Ball
"So husbands ought to love their wives as they love their own bodies.
He who loves his wife loves himself for no one ever hated his own flesh
but nourishes it and cherishes it just as Christ also loved the church."
Ephesians 5:28-29
"Nevertheless let each idividual among you also love his own wife even as himself,
and let the wife see to it that she respect her husband."
Ephesians 5:33
Inspired by Russell Sivey's relationship contest
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