The Men We Love (Correction) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The luxury to cry about disappointment - all my own
fault, prepared gifts for the Duchess but as she passed
I was in an Arabic incident, converting the picture of a
document into typed script for checking by a group of
outside Arabic experts - I never heard my cell phone
ring, did not look up as WhatsUp messages were sent

Finally the Duchess came to the office - disappointed
in my bad performance, Peter with her - boiling in the
most righteous fury at my carelessness, I handed gifts
to the Duchess, she gave me mine, a fairy in a globe to
be shaken dispersing glitter perfectly, we said good-bye,
she ordered me to take the bus to visit them in De Rust

And I realised: while my beloved is the cause of her
refusing to come visit me; her beloved Peter also is the
cause of my having to refuse to visit her - she cannot
insist on eschewing my love - however boorish he may
be - then order me to face her barbaric beloved simply
because she doesn't care how bad he does - I do care

It's awful to be an unwanted guest - deemed a pest, I'll
not become one again - two visits were enough to prove
her man is as great a stumbling block as my guy is and
so I'll cry and face my life as it is - nothing will change
as long as we remain true to the men we love…