In secrecy, she runs away to enjoy the kisses igniting her fire for sweet lovemaking upon flowers of unfaithfulness.
She engages in this furtive behavior to get even with her unfaithful master, thereby reasoning with his ignorance and unkindness.
The harvest of pain can last many days, sometimes even years, but the gift of faithfulness cannot be measured with time.
Her lover adores her aroma, but wants nothing more than her beautiful flesh in his naked arms.
With tasteless tears, this bride struggles with her infidelity, knowing the kisses of a stranger should never be welcomed upon her delectable flesh.
Under the glaring sun, each rose closes its petals before her lovely eyes, believing she is not entitled to enjoy their beauty blooming with the colors of a rainbow.
Sad to say, the lover's ego is fulfilled every time he pours his spirit into her, but the bride's value decreases and fades...just like an unpleasant scent in a cave of lifeless flowers.
The lover is now like her master - enjoying what is not deserving to the heart - and the bride like a lost, hungry soul eating bread defiled by the hands of play.
*Image modified from deviantart.com (i-am-JENius)
|Poetry Pantry #33|