her love for him

My husband was my life, my love, and my sacrifice.
When he touched my body, I quivered with want.
I could feel his hands softly and lightly touching
me all over my body as if time never existed.
He kissed me so passionately, making love
To me softly inside my body and my heart.
When he loved me, it was only him that I
Would see. Nothing else mattered in my
Life but him.
My soul was reaching out to him to take me
In the womb.
Love me
Take me
Hear me.
When I sleep at night I can still hear the moaning
Of love coming from our bed every night.
Making love to him was so exotic and free
however, love does not always prevail.
love does not mean your love or their love will
exist forever.
The love of my life is gone from me.
I used to love him.