The Other Love Poem by Ruth Rutledge

I look at her eyes as bright as the sun.
The hate builds up, because I know she has won.

He's with her now and could be with me,
but no, she takes over and he just can't see.

She's coming between us and it's breaking my heart.
I've tried and I've tried to pull them apart.

But he hangs on to her with such a tight grip,
it's almost like the're joined at the hip.

He rides her around and treats her so sweet.
I hate to admit it but I know when I'm beat.

He changes her oil and fills her with gas.
Their time is so precious out mowing the grass.

I almost wish her old engine would stall.
He'd run to me and let the grass grow tall.

But I know this man and that will never be.
It's her he loves, that's not hard to see.

So, I guess I'll be patient, just bidding my time,
until he puts her second, and I'm first in line.