In whispers hushed, a tale unfolds,
Of a woman scorned, her story untold.
For when she strays, her character maligned,
But none speak of the efforts she resigned.
In silent grace, she labored each day,
Caring for her man in a devoted way.
Her tender heart, beating day and night,
Yet in return, mere patience took flight.
As time wore on, expectations unmet,
Her weary soul yearned for love's sweet duet.
With burdened heart, she dared to express,
Her desires as a lover, her soul's caress.
But alas, instead of a gentle embrace,
She was met with shouts, a lover's disgrace.
Her pleas for understanding fell on deaf ears,
Her longing for reciprocity turned to tears.
Oh, let us not judge with narrow sight,
For there's more to her story than meets the light.
When a woman cheats, let's not solely blame,
But ponder the silenced efforts, untold and untamed.
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