Cheating Wife Poem by Nadiah Asraffe

The moning came,
With the glory of fame.
Though the sun was tame,
The wind felt the same.

The sparkle in your eyes,
The warmth of your touch.
I wish I could fly,
When you kiss me that much.

But everything has an end,
And you left at noon.
It's time I make ammends,
I've a little to fine tune.

I cleaned up the sheets,
I drew up the curtains.
I replaced broken bits,
And duplicated patterns.

He came home that night,
And noticed nothing.
I thanked the Almight,
for covering up everything.