a woman’s love for her man, is ridiculous.
It has no sense, nor direction.
It does not care for it’s own well-ware
But for the attention of whom it desires..
And searches’
Long time aching and hurting.
It doesn’t matter, what he may do -
‘’A life of being ignored‘’, she says
Is worth more than a life
Of not having you’’
And her man’s eyes may wonder down-
Many’ a thigh on the street.
So long as it is her bed
In which he sleeps
She pays no mind.