I had found love letters penned long ago
written by your mistress, I didn't know
They must have meant much to you I surmised
as I read each word with tears in my eyes
married for years and I had never known
you needed more than love which filled our home
Digest these letters? I can't,the whole lot
lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not
for she is now but a slow-dying flame
curled ashes in cold smoke,without a name
I watched that chilled night as the fire died
so numb my spirit bled,'twas dead inside
Tho~ you passed on,~ you're no longer alive
love letters burnt,satisfaction is mine