You, My Husband

Constant agony, Unceasing desperation, Beating me harder, Till you thought me ill; Destroying me from deep within. And you, always so amorous and caring; You, that made flourish my misery. You, my doctor; you, my healer. You, that knew so much, That knew everything, Knew not; knew nothing. But the cure, My Dear, Was maybe too apparent, Too easy for your understanding. To constrain my thoughts you should not have done. To keep me from the world was as foolish. Keeping me here, My Dear John, Was your greatest mistake. And my greatest relief, My Freedom, The Freedom that now I possess.