Philanderer

So lost was I , in a stupor of glee;

like an overdose of things sugary

Sweetened world in a pink haze

of happiness and glossy glaze

That woke up one fine day 

With my IQ in the way

asking me to look into eyes

I saw only the smile freeze

on the lips from the last joke

but the man had thrown his yoke

And had sped across , away

cleared all hurdles in his way

He wasn't there at all,mon ami

though he sat right next to me

I had lost him ,like many others

have before me, wives and mothers

pretending that their hearts and soul

so pure and alien to thoughts afoul

Shall keep love and the one loved

forever enshrined and enthroned 

Not knowing ever, with the ebb and flow

time does eventually mellow, and how

time flies, hearts change, bells w(ring)

destined to stand at doorstep and cringe

As the cuckoo flies the nest,eastward

and the cuckold leaves too, wayward