A silhouette with proper contours draped in silk laden with gold beautiful, elegant and charming smear on her forehead color in the hair parting sutra around her neck is that all that is to her?
epitome of love token of sacrifice you blind her and lead her to a pedestal.. she forgets.... she is carnal she is flesh the incarnations inspite.
you seemingly stand low and lure her into a trap of divinity she is naive enough and believes in the honor little does she know if she slips she would fall then exist she might live she would not
she nurtures your pride inspires your thoughts you lay a point she endorses your views then you say... she is your indispensable half. yet you don't let her grow and don't let her bloom. you wish to cast her as one you seek to love.
She has faith in you a faith so deep she never suspects you of it's breach you walk all over her faith so careless then say --" to err is human"" and so casually add "to forgive divine"
She neither acts nor reacts as mutely as always as silently as ever stoops to pick up the shattered pieces and tries to rebuild a pattern yet once more ... yet once more yet once more..
