Though not a right, may I seek a fading, but yet worthy pursuit?
For the many whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to a halt,
Could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur?
Am I listening to the sound of music never designed for winners?
Do I look with glee through glasses neither half full nor half empty?
Am I salivating over portraits created by mirages in the desert?
The continuous grind of interpersonal conflicts
The verbal, emotional, and physical abuse
And the devastating effects of ‘an affair’
Are they endurable till but death depart?
The rights of life and liberty,
And the pursuit of happiness too,
So deeply rooted in the fiber of my being.
But why do I not turn my eyes, and slowly walk away?
Why do I allow such noble dreams to become nightmares?
With two ears, I pursue chastity.
In one ear I hear a voice, saying,
“With just one secluded night of infidelity,
You could be infused with adventure and pleasure”.
That voice is so crystal clear, so pleasing and promising.
It has the sound of charm and enchantment, a costly voice
So I close the other ear that’s projecting a voice of caution and reason.
It says to me, “Please don’t, because you would lose a lasting bond of trust”.
Is it just me, or do I see a dying breed of the trusted and the faithful?
Is it just me, or are we growing indifferent to the tried and the true?
Is there anybody trying to be reliable, like the rising and setting sun?