The Tint Of His Vision

 

He sobbed as he took her back into his hoping arms,
while we all pondered just exactly what were her charms,
not her shrilling voice - for that had been agreed by us all,
nor her drunken dances, when we would oft see her fall.
 
The worries we had were about the lenses which were used
to keep pink there in the picture while he was being so abused,
as she flaunted herself on dimlit street corners every night,
and screamed out at those drivers who swiftly took flight.
 
No lady was she, as it had quite often been said,
as only some cash would it need to get into her bed,
yet for all that he had heard and for all that he saw,
he still couldn't wait to see her come in through the door.
 
Love is blind we are told but I must beg to differ on that,
he can see what we all do and that is a fact,
it is only the tint of his vision that's so very wrong,
yes, he's been sharing her immoral earnings all along...
 
 
©Rhumour
February 28th 2012
 

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