Wasted Love

A woman is a stranger, I have learned, You live with her, snore with her, yell together like hyenas in intimacy; You tell her, “my love for you will die When the lakes die” You assure her, “my desire for you is as bottomless as the trenches in the Pacific” You whisper in her ears, juicy and holy promises, found only in the mouth of Angel Gabriel! Then you surprise her with gifts of latest car, house, you ornament her like Queen of Sheba, truly her mouth may drip words full of honey her sharp eyes pierce you with beckoning love. But her heart, may be elsewhere- in the bush with a pussy-cat And so yours will be wasted love!