Your eyes, the ones I wish to see
A look to take to bed
Instead, they turn another’s way
Stony with adulterous lies
Your lips, the ones I wish to kiss
A word to fill my heart
Instead, find hollow promises
Tongued with lashing whips
Your mind, the one I wish to know
A thought to turn my head
Instead, alone with own I stay
Deep with shallow kind
Your hand, the one I wish to hold
With fingers firm entwined
Instead, it writes an ode from one
Adream with promised land
My heart, the one I cherish dear
Love, honour and obey
In steadfast faithfulness to me
This knowledge does impart
Jane Sandford 