She shed no tears
For the death of her lover
She lusted and slept with.
She wept by heart
On the arrest of her husband
She deceived while living with.
She kept her heart
Intact for her husband
Though locked to the paramour.
One can still count on
The love of one’s wife,
Who had strayed out.
07.11.2004
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