The Married Man Poem by Lacie Hebert

In shadows cast by love's deceit,
A tale of anguish, bittersweet.
A married man, his heart astray,
In clandestine nights, he chose to play.

Within the web of passion's guise,
He sought solace, truth disguised.
But love, a cruel and fickle game,
Left scars upon his tarnished name.

A tender touch, a stolen glance,
Ignited flames in a forbidden dance.
Yet as the embers brightly burned,
His conscience wept, his soul discerned.

For in the wake of shattered vows,
Lay broken hearts, their pain avowed.
His wife, betrayed, her trust now shattered,
His love, a farce, his soul left tattered.

And as he walked the path alone,
Depression cast its heavy tone.
Regret, a haunting specter's wail,
A constant reminder of love's betrayal.

The days grew dark, the nights grew long,
A symphony of sorrow's song.
The weight of choices, heavy as lead,
A sorrowed heart, a weary head.

In solitude, he learned to grieve,
To mend the fragments, find reprieve.
For love's true essence, deep within,
Is not a game to merely win.

So let this tale of woe and strife,
Serve as a caution in this life.
For love, when tainted, can bring despair,
Leaving scars too deep to bear.