there are times i can
think of nothing but you
though it's obvious
your love was far from true
i can't kick you
out of my bed for
our love-making was
all made in my head
(like you, always in the
back of my mind)
so, i shall rise above spite
but in the heat of the night
while entangled in
her amorous embrace
i hope against hope
your performance is dead-weight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write, Faith. The perspective of the woman scorned is not one to be ignored! And though you say you rise above spite, the last wish might just bely that. The poem has emotion a-plenty and much to say. It is well-written and makes the point succinctly and distinctly. Hugh