The Uncaring Spouse Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

Flowers that came with love letters,
often made you smiled upon my visits.
reading my poetry aloud cheered you,
complimented with kisses as my reward.
every moment of those happy reminiscent,
secured the love we used to savor with zest.

My heart is becoming lonesome,
every day I long for your loving care;
now it dried up like a dying ember.

Then why you keep nagging,
of the things that you yourself don't share?

I wonder though if you still care,
now I doubt this love is still secure.
for today you're keeping a distance,
in almost everything that you do.
demands for secular pleasures,
endanger the emotional knot we tied.
love that blossoms before now dies,
infusing some doubts and few lies.
to both our hearts which start to melt,
yielding to the temptation of infidelity.