The Second Lady
Tell me dear love,
For I can’t help but ask,
This may be an easy bet,
Or quite a difficult task!
But tell me, in the name of what once was,
When you lie down with the blanket of velvet,
When her fingers touch your face,
Does she see the trails I’d left?
When you walk down lanes with her,
hand in hand, in the hours of dawn or during sunset,
Do you both see and cross,
All those places we’d met?
Tell me when she hugs you back,
When her palms reach your neck,
Just like you did with me,
Do you give her that small soft peck?
When she lies down close to you,
And pulls your hair just as you’d said,
Does she often see the outlines?
Of my lips on your forehead?
When you meet her after a long day’s work,
Does she spot your eyes, tired and heavy?
Does she make you sleep beside her?
Or does she just let them be?
Tell me has she felt all that I had?
Or were some feelings solely mine?
Does she completely own you now?
Or with that happen gradually with time?
