The very first thought made mind tumble,
a look in that direction and one will stumble.
An act in which, thought never to follow,
but could not help it, one will wallow.

The very first smile,
would make this worth while.
The first illicit kiss
would only diss.

The next line written
will show how one was so, so smitten-
would think of him everyday,
would think of him when he was here to play.

Play it was not for me,
but now I can see-
as I sit here in this bedsit
and think of all the explicit
things we did.  For only love, that I did it.

But now look at me,
never thought this would be
me, at least thought if it broke my marriage,
I would be with he.
The one who made me see-

I had it all in the first place.

A look in the mirror and all I see is disgrace.
I never knew what I had,
until it has disappeared. How sad…