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.
Copyright © Lee Speights | Year Posted 2012
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