LINGERING: A short tragic themed poem dedicated to ladies who have been through thick and thin for love

LINGERING:

Her cursed curse
Was to love all his weaknesses, bloody as crimson red
His fabulously frail and feeble frames,

His heart, a mix of hate and love..

Millenniums ago
They'd walked out of Eden,
Naked, naming and trading numerous blames

And it was then she saw his heart
Shifting from mildness into a cold, concrete monument

And his, was not to forgive
But hold on tightly to his hurt and grudge
Hers was where they expected to find peace, a level playing ground
Where all her hurt mattered naught.

But though she loved,
She too hated his righteousness,
And forged a peace of her own,
Unappealing to the nudity of eyes..

For she left his life, loving, lingering, yet leavin