Daughter of Eve

Daughter of Eve
She said she loved you…truly she did
but in small measure; seeing her pleasure is short lived
You would have believed her a little
For passion is but a session to her
And your inscriptions; a short paragraph with reference
That’s if you have beautiful pictures
Her heart is a book, nay a library
Your undoing was getting knowledge without guidance
Emotion’s tide ebbs
Feelings no longer gives warmth
Attention is no longer an offering
Communication is sacrificed
She’s lost her mystique touch;
An ability that’s a gift of aging
Multitasking was her affection
And many the subscribers of her shared-devotion
A destined Queen to one; now maid to many
Her whole as a soul-mate
Relinquished as a waitress in passion’s gate
Alas the foreword of her latest piece
Reads: all men are the same and reason wonders
Why weren’t you content with one?
But then I realized contentment is a cure
A cure to deception; a disease that plagues us all
And most importantly, the daughters of Eve. Victor