What Right Have You? Poem by Phoenix1 Smith
What Right Have You?
You've love someone else's man
he swears he adores you at once
constantly saying you're 'my world'
you don't care what others would say
he is your life, there's no other way
because you never forget your dance
felt like you were both in a trance
he has written hundreds of poetry
thought it was you, just you don't dare,
he wrote it all for his love in the past
a girl with angelic face and curly hair
you read all the poems while in aghast
he will deny it, with all his flair..
so let the tears fall, weep if you must
just let him be, 'his heart calling silently
whispers to the moon and stars that
embittered heart aches for her, wishing
to be in each other's dreams someday'.
you felt it was a relief, though in misery
missing pieces in his poems, now you see
it was shown, truth at last was set free
you almost died when his verses said:
'you've been part of my rhyme for a long,
long time, you have become my fantasy
in my realms of dreams, winds, trees
and all of my songs and lovely poetry'
to heavens you prayed it was for you
you couldn't dare, you don't have curly hair.
with soulful aching heart you asked him
the man of your dreams, love and life
he said: 'never accuse an honest man
those are just poetry and all are lies,
trees, sky, love songs really don't exist'.
foolish girl, be quiet and to him believe
for women like you, will have no choice
your heartaches and pain cannot be voiced
all your undying devotions and tears
you cannot blame him, he will never
understand all your anguish and fears
reality is, you are just 'the second one'
let him find bliss, let him adore her
his unforgettable, true love forever
just whisper to your weeping heart and
pray someday he will somehow forget
even when he wrote in most of his poems:
'the secret that his heart has kept
a secret that he will never tell
this beautiful girl with the curly hair
who was silent in her youth,
was loved and it's the truth'
'paramour' that is just what you are
always show the sweetest smile and
love him, as he wants to be loved, as
your role is to hide the agony of seeing
him secretly adoring someone else.
let him express in poetry his love
letters, flowers, songs as he have.
let him be, your role is to make him happy
be silent poor woman, that's how it will be
weep if you must, but do it always secretly
you are only the spare, he wouldn't care
to him you're just the 'jealous other woman'
few poems he gave you, is happiness too
just feel the pain, you cannot complain
remember woman, what right have you?
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(Forgive me Miss LALITHA IYER, I mistakenly deleted my poem and your comment, please bear with me if I post your comment again instead.. Such a beautiful comment shouldn't go unread... I am deeply humbled madam.. Thank You so much) *************************************************************************************** Wow what an excellent write..............really you have superbly conveyed both the message and meaningfulness of the second wife or second love or the state of any female who loves a man and thinks that his writings are about her, but they belong to some teenage romantic flame, .who he loved when he was 14...................superb.............I just adore your style, charm, carrying out rhythm, rhyme and all beautiful message about loving another lady's husband or another girl's romantic flame..................very very excellent poem....................but life is like that you see.............your message will land nowhere..............because we all fall in love as a continuity of previous births............we also hate people as a continuity.................tears and pain and agony of seeing not seeing...........are part of life...................................very very beautiful lines, with beautiful message...............excellently written.....................amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing..........................now you cannot walk back in life...........life is meant to be walked ahead, if the ways are tempting or full of thorns or if the person you love or think you love or think he loves you or any way you find affectionate charming and handsome and think what he writes is about you only but he writes about his teenage flame.................that being so..................let it be so.............you are short lived..............you are going to die soon................enjoy the last days of life just falling in love and feeling the pangs of love.............though foolish...........enjoy the foolishness..............now what is there.....................it is an empty bubble..........life is..............the moments have to be spent....................so think all around are your own lovers and they are waiting just for you...............all love poets write only about you...............after all you are just a consciousness..............that's all................whats in a skin...........a body..........it is made of ashes, ashes to ashes.........it will go............finally you are nothing but a sacred, sentiment, .............now what if he loves somebody..................you love only his love feeling.............what if he dies............still you love the old love poems of Keats and Byron and think of yourself placed as heroine in the poems of Tennyson........................when you see films you become the heroine................so taking objectively................even if a man is writing poems about his teenage flame.................and he does not even cares for you.................it really is not that hard...................we should live and learn should cry and sob and weep and give way to our dissappointments.............then grow then love again then cry and weep then love again this process should go on.................to keep us alive...................thanks for sharing such a wonderful writing....................this is the most favourite of all poems I have read till date in my life.............thank you...........you are really a Good Smith...................... 12/2/2016 2: 22: 00 AM