She reaches for your hand,
though you wish it were mine.
To feel her touch, her kiss, her heat,
is as close to home as you can get.
Your one and only,
is at home and lonely.
She craves your touch,
yet brushes off the feeling of another.
She knows your love is deep,
but can't understand why.
She waits and yearns,
only to find your seeds have scattered.
You think she should forgive,
only think of the love you shared.
She can't get over the thoughts,
thoughts of you intertwined with another.
