YOU SPEAK OF LOVE...

An imaginary tirade
From a woman foully betrayed.

You speak of “love”! You do not know
The meaning of the word! So – GO!
I gave you time, you had your chance,
Now, I can’t welcome your advance.

And after what I caught you do,
Don’t expect me to run to you!
How can I take into my arms
Someone who’s touched another’s charms?

When I think of the juice and sweat
That, off her body yours did get -
“My” man with her?  The thought’s obscene!
Like a leper you are – UNCLEAN!