When I got you, you were that village girl who was so beautiful though naive in your ways of life.
I was ready to love you because you were my parents best choice for me.
The more time I spent with you, My love grew like a tree planted in a fertile land.
I bathed you with treated water and and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an embroidered dress written on it, ‘I stole your heart' and put sandals of fine leather on you.
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A sad story of an ungrateful and adulterous wife is aptly captured in the poem. A tale of fundamental betrayal of trust nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Preston.
Thanks alot Chinedu, I am so humbled and thanks a lot for the support. always be blessed in everything
This is quite deep Preston.Betrayal in marriage is such a letdown.
Yes and at times we turn to wonder what exactly might have gone wrong to that love they hard at first. Though betray is never a solution in life
When I married you we became one body, but now it is one body against many bodies. becoming one body and one flesh is very much biblical........... thank you very much......... for this poem.
nice work of art..its really sad how someone goes from goes from good to bad...