The Mistress

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The Mistress

Everyone stared,
as you walked through the door.
Who is this stranger?
The chorus of whispers,
seemed to implore.

In the back of the room,
With her friends by her side,
But still alone, sat the wife.
Her eyes, ringed in red,
From all the tears she had cried.

You had seen her before,
But you never had talked.
Just like a dead man,
Making his way down the green mile,
So nervous at first, so slowly you walked.

Rows upon rows,
Of his kith and his kin.
They knew not your name,
But they knew who you were.
The temptress who'd cast their son into sin.

Like bullets through skin,
You could feel their cold stares.
Just one last goodbye,
Is that too much to ask,
you wonder as you walk up the altar stairs.

You kiss his cheek,
And in his hands place a rose.
You whisper I Love You,
As you silently weep,
Your tears falling gently, upon his nose.

As you stand with your love,
His wife walks to your side,
"It's not easy, but I forgive you,
Because I loved him too,"
She gives you a hug, and together you cry.

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mykhail commented on The Mistress

02-04-2009

Very good!

TruEmotion commented on The Mistress

02-03-2009

Woww..just..Wow!

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Gonzo’s Poems (17)

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The Mistress 2
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Sympathetic Schizophrenic 2
That Night... 0
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Lost Friend 0
Young Prince 1
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Consumed 1
Where Are My Friends? 1
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