The Pain That Doesn'T Hurt Anymore (Series 2) Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

Maybe you were right
lost love was your fight
simply couldn't sustain
as good husband or lover
I am a bored to your sight!

Is this falling out of love?
hate to feel the presence
or maybe just jealous
having another campany
why the trust faded!

I made you a cup of coffee
each morning upon waking up
As you always wanted it sweet
became a monumental rite
a token of love we shared!

And every time we made love
always like ecstasy for us
and you craved for more
of which I made sure
to make it memorable