Literature
A Love Affair
I say with lead weight in my heart,
there is someone else, my darling.
She tries so hard to tear apart
our love that once was sparkling.
Her skin so soft, voice softer still,
lips pressed against my ear—
she’s no match for my weakened will
I tell you through my tears.
She holds me in my sorry state
though she’s the one who caused it.
Holds in her hands my dreary fate,
one more sad soul her profit.
I love you but I know, sometimes,
that I will still choose her.
Won’t ask you to forgive my crimes,
for this, you don’t deserve.
Your eyes were so absent of blame
as you listened to my confession.
Finally you asked,
