There once was a man.
I loved him.
We built a life together.
Most of it was good,
Yet it seemed like a prison
And he was the warden.
 
There once was a man.
He was perfection.
He showed me the way
To the ONE I had forgotten,
God, Source of all LOVE --
Written in capital letters.
 
There once was a man,
Old as my father.
He loved me and I responded.
He needed a partner;
I needed one too.
We each found another.
 
There once was a man
Who needed a wife
To make him acceptable
To the industry bosses.
Strange partners we were,
Better friends than lovers.
 
Now again I wonder
Why is there one man
My heart has accepted
Above all others?
How long can I live
With no personal touch?
  
Is it better to love
The way love flows
When the channel is blocked
Or to look for another?
Who will look in MY direction?
How much can I share?