Yes, I Am Your Wife
Yes, I Am Your Wife
Yes, I am your wife,
With you eternally I unite,
In a bond so intricately entwined,
That I merge into thy.
Yes, I am your wife;
For, I hold your esteem high,
Whether in weal or in woe,
Your honour is my pride.
Yes, I am your wife,
So, I must be wise.
A friend in despondency,
A solace in blight.
My words should heal your anxiety,
My prudent silence is a necessity -
Yes, I am your wife
So, I must read your mind.
Yes, I am your wife,
Your relations are mine.
Oft I wonder who were the ones
Who were once mine ?
Today, I have new bonds to cherish;
Today, I have new responsibilities.
I am flesh and blood,
With a beating heart,
With hormones that flow erratic,
And emotions that go wild!
I am expected to be impeccable,
I am expected to be kind,
I am expected to be strong,
Despite my inner fights.
I am a woman,
I don't always feel kind.
I crave to be loved,
With all my vice.
Amidst this blissful union,
Where am I?
Who am I?
In the depth of darkness,
Things often feel awry.
I fumble to reclaim my identity,
In all its nagging futility.
These questions unanswered-
Wreak havoc in my mind,
I wonder whether;
These answers are my right.
Is it selfish, is it unkind;
To hold myself so high?