Lonely Little Wife

Love is what matters most to me.
I am telling you this, very frankly.
I need sharing.
I need caring.
When the words won't do,
Use your eyes.
But be in touch with me.

Don't tell me that you love me.
But I need love,
That needs no telling and proving.

Lovers, you see!
Talk about flowers and stars,
When passions are hot.
But slowly it cools down.
As the marriage garland dries.
Then, the talk grows in growing price of vegetables.
Money becomes the prime talk.

I feel how it is.
I have seen
Fast love slowing down,
Hot love cooling down.

Oh! My cool love!
You don't know,
How my each heart beat.
Remembers you and cries out for your love.
You pretend not to hear.
But can't you feel?
Can't you see?
The love simmering in my eyes.
Don't you care at all?
About me, your lonely little wife?