Poems written and hopefully sent,

Never get a reply.

Invitations for romantic events

Are almost always denied.

When invitations are not denied

They are oft put off… Deferred.

“I’m not ready,” is what I hear.

“Too soon,” are oft your words.

With patience, I wait and wonder why

My advances are not accepted,

Is there something about my approach?

Or am I being tested?

Are you repulsed and find me offensive

When lying in our bed?

What causes you to avoid my loving?

What has gotten into your head?

Some days I want to quit

You and our sexless life,

You love me like a brother

Not like a man and his wife.

And yet I stay and cringe inside

Each time I want to play,

Knowing that your likely words

Will be, “No, not today.”

Are you sending me to another’s arms?

Should I take infidelity’s step?

How hard it is to love you,

How often I have wept.

I will try one more time

To keep our matrimony

But I know I cannot live

With marriage on paper only.

Do not pretend desire for me,

With scheduled love four times a year.

I’d rather sleep in separate beds

With the truth between us clear.

You love me like a companion,

With conversation and wit,

We live together but a romantic fire

May ne’er again be lit.

There is sadness in my soul

For the journey we now take,

Romance is for others,

Intimacy is faked.

You lie to me when you say,

“I still want to have sex”

You really mean for me to know

You do not wish to be my ex-.

All I ever wanted, every Saturday night,

Was to love you...

By flickering candlelight.