The Other Woman

She wears her favorite gown
And lays out all the dresses,
She looks at the mirror a hundred times
And neatly combs her tresses.

Blushes she red, her dimples shine
The eyes dance and the lips smile.
She feels her beating heart
Pounding her bosom
She feels the tension, and (she) shivers
From top to bottom..

The wait has been long, and lonely too
Her feelings have been red, and at times blue..
Like a swan, she is gracious,
Like a lady, she is courteous…

With patience, she waits for him,
Her world blossoms, and she blooms.
The days have been long, and the nights very cold,
She is a coward; at times, she is bold…

She is not his lady, she is not the wife
She is not a whore; She cannot share his life..
Yet, she is needed, and though she loves her man,
She knows very well that she is the other woman………