What Love Hath Wrought

Another woman walks the floor,
Of the room where i’ve lived before;
She spins the words that i have said
And keeps the life that i have led.

And if she knows another stood
By the wardrobe of paneled wood
Where she sits with mirrored stare
She moves as one who does not care.

She gives no clue to what i was,
Only covets that which i have loved,
With harem smile and beguiling eye
Kisses that which once was mine.

Still i know the man left behind,
Would not want her to remind
Of all that failed, of all that’s lost
Or know the pain which love hath wrought~