The Other Woman - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
In Love there is strong competition
For the central focus in the heart of a man
Two things divert his male attention,
His lady love and 'the other woman'.
The surge of emotions will at first prevail
And his heart in a trance will follow,
Engrossed in enchantment that never fails
To drown his good reason and plans for tomorrow.
His endless love pledged in quick promises
The moon and the stars he will offer,
Drunk in the ecstasy of her sweet kisses
Even his name he will not remember.
But touch 'the other woman' in his life
Instantly he goes back to his senses,
Guarded like gold with the sharpest knife
His grip so strong and so are his defenses.
Money is the 'other woman' there is to deal,
When pushed to a choice, a man always holds
That precious love he won't let you steal-
For Money, he will leave you out in the cold.
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