I Love a Married Woman

I love a married woman, silent, deep,

A secret I hold, that stirs in my sleep.

She walks in light where I cannot be,

Bound to another, forever free.

Her laughter fills rooms I dare not claim,

A music that lingers, soft as her name.

I watch from afar, a shadowed guise,

A witness to love through borrowed eyes.

She wears the bond that love has spun,

A life of vows I’m not part of, none.

Her hand in his, her heart a shrine,

And I, a stranger, stand behind.

Her world is woven in threads of gold,

Stories untold, embraces bold.

And here I am, just passing by,

A soul in silence, a stolen sigh.

I love her, yes, with a quiet heart,

From afar, in shadows I play my part.

No claims to make, no promises to tie,

Just the ache of love beneath the sky.

She’s his to hold, to cherish, to keep,

In waking hours, and even in sleep.

While I hold only what can’t be mine,

A love unspoken, a bitter wine.

I love her, but with a love that’s lost,

A fire kept safe, despite the cost.

To cherish a dream that cannot breathe,

A love that grows, though bound beneath.

For she is sunlight, warm and fair,

Yet I’m the night, too dark to dare.

I love her with the strength of stars,

A distant love, defined by scars.

So here I stay, an unseen guest,

With feelings strong that can’t protest.

I love her, yes, and that is all—

A love that stands but cannot call.