She Could Not Love Me For Me
[An Old Poem]
The age of the cage reflects on every page
As I engage every word with the pen in history
The lines of solitude increase in magnitude
Embracing a rhyme that reflects this heart of mine!
Though things are not always as they seem
I remain composed, smitten by the banner of my mosaic application
The architecture of this adventure mirrors a historical frustration!
I wanted to marry her
She would have been a good wife
I wasn’t with her to fix the damage of your first marriage
I was here to love her
I wasn’t here to pretend in front of her children
I was here to love her
But she could not love me for me
I speak my way and live my way
All I can say is that in love there are mistakes
She could not love me for me
She could only love in one way
She could only bathe herself with animosity!
It was never a case of shameless hunger
Nor was it an obsession with lust
But in the end, she would have been a good wife!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
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