Married to My Heart

"How are you?" he asked, his voice so kind,

"Just a little tired," she replied, a weary mind.

Not much work today, yet her thoughts ran deep,

Her worries she couldn't shake, her secrets she'd keep.

"Children, you are overthink," he'd often say,

Forgetting things they knew, let worries weigh.

"Fetch the wash," he'd instruct, "food to prepare,"

In this quiet world, he was her solace, her care.

In a world with no other, her morning began,

Leaving home with love, their daily plan.

From sunrise to sunset, they worked side by side,

Sharing their stories on the evening's bus ride.

Together, they'd watch dramas they held dear,

Sharing their hopes, their dreams, and their fear.

Morning's light brought a touch of sorrow,

For she'd rather stay with him, not face the morrow.

Yet money was needed for me and my mate,

So she'd leave for work, it was her fate.

For she'd say, "He's not about anyone else,

He's my heart, my soul, my very self."

She wasn't single, you see, this was her art,

She was married to her heart, their love was her part.

In the embrace of his presence, she'd confide,

In their union, love, and dreams, they'd both reside.

She married with her own heart.

People's hearts gave her strength

So she trusts her heart more than society.

Her lonely life revealed her heart