There isn't much to unfaithful love.

So, she walks down her ile.
touching herself, thinking about him.
silk covering her body, pretending like he is there.
only reading his words, whispering
what is there to unfaithful love?
So, there is a woman, confused by fear.
her own fear, asking herself why?
If it was true, why??
she dials a number, she remembers the number.
erases the number, thinking its impossible.
he shows her love, care, and perfection.
WHAT is there to unfaithful love?
So, she gets the message, its him.
He wants to know her, to curress her.
but he does not have time, a woman waits for him.
she scrambles for uncleaned beliefs
remembering that one time.
What is there to unfaithful love?
So, the woman dials the number,
asks who this number belongs to,
She answers back, "Jennifer".
Who is this Jennifer!? she's never heard about Jennifer.
He speaks lies, out late from work, things aren't done.
The woman confronts! her proof is gone.
What is there to unfaithful love?
So, she lays on her bed waiting, for him.
The roses on the table contain the truth.
She just grins and accepts the storm.
bathes in it, shrugging it off... the woman doesn't know.
Much.
What is there to unfaithful love?
There is a woman, with fear in her heart.
Sitting at a desk, typing her thoughts...
and all she can think about is...
What is there to unfaithful love....
when love can only blind the eyes of a woman
In love.