In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
A wife, with sorrow in her eyes,
She feels the whispers of deceit,
As from her partner, she receives
Her heart, a garden of thorns,
Touched by storms many times,
For in her love, a strength resides,
That is why she has not broken this tide.
She senses insincerity's smell,
Yet wears a mask on her face,
With grace, she plays her chosen part,
A masterpiece of strength, her heart.
In silence, she observes the signs,
The subtle truths, the hidden lines,
Her wisdom is deeper, than the sea,
For the strength of bond, she always plea.
For in her patience, one can see,
A chance to heal, to set hearts free,
She waits, she hopes, for truth to rise,
With steadfast love, she'll claim the prize.
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BUSHRA TANVIR
I am a poetess and article writer
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Great work! Fantastic and wonderful!