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!
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