To a married lover

If life were fair and love was just,
if man could marry love with lust,
then, longing quelled and passion spent,
you'd warm my bed and be content.

But no, you always turn away,
and all my need can't make you stay
when custom binds you to your wife;
with me your love - with her your life.

Sarah Willans

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