Lust ruins Love - Mel Afoa

He looks at his ringed finger with guilt by his side,
knowing he will have to confess anyday soon.
He cheated, he lied and cheated a little more,
loving another who stole his pure heart away.

She sits there wondering what time he will come,
waiting for the sound of the car to arrive anytime soon.
She sits with the beaded dress she bought especially for tonight,
the jewels on her body wrapping around her as her comfort.

He knows life would end if he were to let her go,
but he can't help the lust that burns through his soul,
the cheater he is, he cannot stop kissing the mistress,
spending the night wrapped in someone else's embrace.

She gives up on the arguing, of asking where he goes,
she knows better than to hire a private investigator,
he can go and do what he pleases, she is over it,
she knew marriage and love wasn't by her side.

He looks at the divorce papers with sadness,
his hands shaking softly as he holds them tight,
wanting to scrunch it up and toss it away,
as well as the sins and the hatred in his soul.

Two years later, she is walking down the aisle,
in the hands of another man, another soul,
whilst he stands in the shadows, admiring her beauty,
looking at his old wedding ring with desperation.