The woman I LOVE

I love a woman,
she is eve in all manners.
I met her late,
Now I am married to another.

Sooner or later, I'll have to move.

She was my bread winner,
Clothed my back,
Sheltered me under her roof,
She gave me comfort,
She took great care of me.

But sooner or later, I'll have to move.

The camp is never a home,
The pain of leaving is there,
But the pain of staying is greater.

Sooner or later, I'll have to move.

eve was created the day I was,
She was born the day I was born.
She has been somewhere;
Somewhere in my rib cage for all time,
I only sensed her,
I didn't know her until later.
Later; a time very far away.

Sooner or later, I'll have to move.

In this marriage, I have kids already,
A very sad thing to face for a man my age.
Eve was THE ONE from time,
I sensed eve, and married her shadow

Sobs...

The elders said no to divorce...
They spoke of experience,
And argued they are the best teachers...

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage."
~Anias Nin

There's no place like home

Sooner or later, I'll have to move.
I'll move...
Soon...

I am moving...

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