Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
My wife is having an affair.
The evidence is everywhere.
Her face is rosy with delight.
A smile upturns her lips at night.
A special twinkle in her eye
I spot, as she goes passing by.
Her thoughts, a million miles away,
She barely hears a word I say.
Though I am crushed, I cannot claim
To not know wherein lies the blame.
There was a time, long years ago,
That I was quite the Romeo.
I brought her flowers every day.
I smiled at what she had to say.
I always tried to make her see
The happy man she let me be.
I made her laugh with silly quips
And took her on romantic trips
That made her squeal with delight.
I held her to me every night.
But, as the years passed frantically,
Romance came not so easily.
The mounting pressures of my life -
The work, the bills - no time for wife.
Bouquets delivered less and less
As did the times of tenderness;
My smile appeared less frequently
And changed the man that once was me.
Now I can see, she has another
Man to be a better lover.
Though I still play a vital part,
He is the one inside her heart.
She loves another man, and yet,
I sadly feel no regret.
Her other lover is, you see,
The husband that I used to be.