Lady of Marriage, is your title a taunt?
For the liberties that your husband does flaunt-
That the ribbons of fidelity do not dare to bind
As he sneaks out in full view from laws you ordained
To another woman’s heart and into her bed
Jealous Juno, doesn’t it make you see red?
And as you sit on your pretty peacock throne
In your court of the kingdom of skies alone
Your own children gossip loud and bold
That the reason he strays is because you’re cold
Unfeeling and unpassionate, filled with duty
And responsibilty instead of beauty.
And their half siblings flinch and cringe in fear
But as soon as the think you don’t hear
They go ahead and drag dirt through your name
To your utter and complete quiet shame
Flinging old news of your still fresh jealousy
Around like it’s interesting, maybe even funny.
When Jupite, a better father than husband listens
To his unlovable bastard, illegitimate children
And once more the whole court whispers
Not even bothering to hide their whispers
As you fall out of favour with your lord husband
And he accepts another woman’s welcoming hand
At times like these, your title feels like a taunt.