The Unfaithful Woman

Not me for being treated like her lover.
But there is such an evil sorcerer!
What happens when we ever need another!
This little child of one and only daughter.

I never know another tragic figure,
On the most polite society!
Who likes to sing a song about her sister,
Upon an early morning Aphrodite.

A woman where she sits and hangs herself,
Surrounded by the words of love himself

Has grown too busy looking at her sister.
Whose purpose life is gonna happen only,
For nothing like an only tragic figure!
This sudden thought of being matrimony.

So nervous when he could express himself,
What going on with sexual temptation!
I know that something from her hangs herself,
As though not even any prophet Nathan.

But there was such a very love affair!
She had the most polite society,
No-one else would ever wonder where!
Who cares about the other Aphrodite.

Maybe by the way of getting younger,
To stay a while and never love another.

Link of this poem by me on #whaleshares is here