From the Heart…

a poem by Jobu Chenie Buslon

He was husband, and a father
And I’m his secret lover
I hate to admit
But yes, we had it

We laugh, we fight
Argue on nonsense thought
We make peace thru virtual kiss
The real kiss we always miss

At times we wanna give up
If its really real or just a make up
Like a piece of thing easily wash
Or a thought that reminds you in a flash

Its complicated,
But you can be dedicated
No matter how difficult
As long as both of you make an effort