I try to make my days the best I can
covering up this wounded man.
I hide behind my smiling face,
two failed marriages to my disgrace

I am older now and showing it
and even if I got up the courage
to think again about marriage.
They’re all looking for a man that’s fit

I long for the sound of a female voice,
for the fragrance of her body,
for the soft skin of her face
and the warmth of a long held embrace

The luxury of lying together
in a bed made warm by shared love
To marvel at her beauty
and gaze upon her from above.

Twice I trusted and twice betrayed.
Both times I felt like it was the end of my life,
the ache in my heart was the serrated knife

It took 5 years to pick myself up after the first.
It has only been 2 years now and I’m feeling cursed.
How can I ever trust again?
What has been my terrible sin?

What are my chances that I will join with her soul.
That she will remain loyal and faithful?
They both declared until death do us part,
but they lied and cheated and broke my heart

I long for that friend and lover.
I don’t want to live these lonely years.
I don’t want to live with these fears.
I pray love doesn’t pass me over.

Helen Conway and shrevegal thank you both for your comments. It means a lot to me. I have come to a place in my life where I want to be more congruent. The same on the outside as on the inside. I hope at some point I meet another lady as kind and thoughtful as both of you

Excellent,
We have quite a few great writers contributing these days.
I've been following a few and found another.

Keep up the great work.