Oye

She has my heart,
my love, my soul
My very life
in her control.
My sight, my health,
want and desire,
my passion burning hot like fire.
My life, my house,
my kids and car,
My wealth, my job,
all hers, they are.
She took, yes, yet
not to blame.
The one at fault,
He bears my name.
She took, yes, but
I fault me.
For gave her I both vault and key.
Better her have
mine in hand
Than it be left
this foolish man.


- I.F