Married Life

 He loves, even shows tenderness....... but in both, a strange detachment........ 
His mind, it seems, dwells elsewhere.......
And so, the girl suffers........


He loves far too much......but somehow, tenderness never crosses his mind......
The girl's, pain.......


He loves, shows tenderness too, but he seems to love someone else as well........ 
And so, the girl's silent anguish...... 


He doesn't love even a little.......only, each night, wants the body......
The girl's, terrible pain......


He loves, shows tenderness too, but feels not a trace of responsibility toward home...... 
The girl's endless sorrows........


His sense of duty and responsibility toward home knows no lack...... but there's no love, no drawing near....... 
The girl's, hidden pain.......


He loves intensely, shows much tenderness too...... but both are so utterly false....... 
The girl's, deep pain....... 


He loves, shows tenderness, but his only addiction is---new bodies, always new....... 
The girl's, what terrible pain......


His love, his tenderness---they're fine enough........but he doesn't know how to respect, doesn't know how to keep faith........ 
The girl's, quiet pain.........


He has no love, no tenderness, no responsibility, no sense of duty, no respect....... nothing at all---absolutely nothing! Yet somehow, by some strange invisible fierce bond of attachment, remaining bound to this household........ 
The girl, her entire being pierced by sharp torment.......


Their mutual love and tenderness, for so many years, remains exactly the same........in the constant push and pull of excessive love and tenderness, life has grown terribly monotonous....... 
Both of them---in pain.....!!!


All of this---accepting, adapting, whether in love or not, in habit---not leaving---living and the lived life---these two together....... bring two people together. 
This---is life!