Yes, he has been unfaithful, this is true

And now you stand the angry woman scorned,

Yet for such rancor that you now exude

Take careful stock of everything you’ve learned.

To slay forgiveness with the sword of hate

Where every man is tempted to deceive—

Should foul fault now lock dear Heaven’s gate

That no sin garnered e’re deserve reprieve?

If he still loves you, what becomes the cost

By proud excuse to keep your house a home…

For pride alone, should fondest hope be tossed

And you serve penance, striking out alone?

All men are sinners, each in differing kind,

But razing love for vengeance seems purblind.