Haunting him in his dreams-
What he became… a monster that used love as a disguise.
Nightmares of a love that has been destroyed.
A good woman, battered and scorned by what once was a good man.
Twisted by lies and deceit-
He transformed into something that did not deserve love.
Yet she still loved him-
With her all and went through death for him.
Loving her…
He continued to chip away at her trust,
Understanding,
Forgiveness…
And faith.
He had no shame-
He gave all that he could…
And assumed that it would make up for what he had become.
It wasn’t enough!
He kept sliding… she grew impatient.
Ultimately he failed-
Secrets were revealed-
Love was dead.
Now he stands in the wind,
Knowing that he never deserved her.
His own mistakes distorted his view.
He hated her for no reason-
He should have hated himself!
Now love is no more-
Yet he still hurt.
He knows that he has lost her.
He is dead to her-
All the smiles,
Laughter-
And love is just a thing of the past.
No longer will she dream of being his wife.
No longer will she dream of having his child.
No longer will be dream of calling her wife.
No longer will he see her sweet smile-
Feel her sweet kiss-
Tell her that he loves her…and she believes him.
A love is dead!
He had done nothing to say that he loved her.
Yet his heart aches-
As he stands alone in the wind,
Undeserving of love.
MBM
