A Married Woman: Act One: Scene One

The Doubtful Descendent of St. Thomas

There is a chill murmuring all around,

And my heart is wandering round.

It sings unsung melodies sweet.

I wonder what spell has conquered me.

Your magnetic presence drives me thus,

That my words and deeds are now senseless.

I gather strength to stand still in this thunder,

But your love, like a whirlpool, sinks me deeper.

Yes, I know to love is total destruction

And to be loved is, simply, chaos.

But the warmth makes it hard for me

To disown and completely deny you.

I try, and fail, and try, then fail;

And your smile loves all my attempts.

Your eyes are indeed true and thoughts pure.

It is me who is confused which has no cure.

I, as usual, am a helpless, passive fool.

Yet, I am safe; for your smile says, “all is well”.