Confused between the gods

Her eyes are soft as clouds, her lips full like a rose

A black ring of desire hugs her petite nose

Everything about her is perfect

She has me taken.

She is that dream from which i would never awaken.

She is shy but not reluctant , this is my only hope

She is my lifeline like to a drowning man is rope.

Melly is her name , my wife, my darling little thing

She made my life the day she let through her finger my wedding ring

Each morning when i wake up now, She is not by my side

Turned on by the thought she thinks it is kinky to hide

I open doors and there she is, in the kitchen making toasts

and pancakes, all my favourite things, the lovely chicken roast.

I kiss my wife and smile to think how lucky i have been

Years go by and here i am, grey-haired , wrinkled and lean

There by my side is a woman who looks much less like that lovely being

to whom i had once proposed with a gorgeous diamond ring

Yet there it is , the lovely stone unchanged by the time

its sparkles against the housewife-hands, the man inside me whines.

that face which had once been youthful and beautiful like the moon

has begun to look like a ripe fruit which will shrivel up very soon

Humbled by the thought that what brought us here is fate

I look at her and tell her i will be home very late

At my workplace i do not have a moment to spare

Yet i take care of how i look and the precise clothes to wear

The reason behind it, as you may guess, is not gentlemanly behaviour

It is a beautiful woman who has turned out to be my saviour

Her deep eyes, her slender build, her tremulous ,naughty gait

Makes me proud to have her as my everyday lunch-date

I love her. and i love my wife. That, i believe is true.

I go home and i smile at her, the old trick to woo

but she does not smile back at me this night when i go back

i look at her and slip my arm right behind her back

she got so thin , i never knew, and that, before my eyes

I , who the world has always called the all-knowing and wise

My heart skips a beat as i count the many wrinkles on her face

She pushes me away to my surprise,  it has never been the case

I ask her what? i ask her why? she remains quiet and stares

falling down on her knees, she cries she weeps

and tells me that my dear!

''To be in love, to fall in love, there is a simple clue

that person you will hold sacred, you will worship too

So that when the old hymns of love and prayer grow too old to hear

You still chant them , keep close to heart and let them pour in ears

the promise with unseen  , of love , of never ending praise''.

I hold her,  draw her close to me and slowly then i raise

''I love you and you know that too. I will never leave you alone

And each morning when you wake up now you will never find me gone''

I await a response as i look at her thin frame next to me

The forgiving spirit of hers assures me of what is to be

I take a step backwards and fold arms across my chest

I have convinced her, that's my thought, i had acted my best.

 The ever shy, the ever mellow speaks against the odds

''You are lying, you do not love, you are confused between your gods'''.