Eyelids close as the dream world calls.
A gentle caress, a warm embrace,
A welcoming smile on her lover’s face
Affection found in the touch of twilight,
Longing for the kiss of gentle midnight.
She wears a sad smile as she cooks and cleans.
Caressed by the whisper of half forgotten dreams.
The siren call of the unloved wife,
“There must be more than this to life!”
Caring for her children as each day passes by,
Just another mother dying in a lie.