Adultery

Defiance in the presence of Gods
Betrayal of the one you "love"
And, soon, I promise, MURDER
But you'll soon know who of.

Decrepit ,my heart has stood
Asking, nay PLEADING, for Mercy
But alas! No nod, no wave
Certainly no CURTSY

No respect, receiveth I
No honor nor valor left
I am, in Shakespearean words,
a "...wretched soul bereft"

But, still I linger here
In a state so void of BLISS
With you, my so-called LOVE
And, yet, his mistress