Another Heartache

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I guess I can now place myself in the catagory of having my heart broken by an Indian man. After a period of time I still regard as the most beautiful I have ever had I find out it was for nothing. I was a rebound for a young Indian girl who broke up with this man months before. Somehow I knew the last time I saw him before he left to work out of state it would be the last. I can't regret the time I had with him. He gave me the only happy times I had during a time my health was at it's worse. It is sad that now that I am able to completely recover he will not be around to reap the rewards of one who would have done anything for him. He told me once he was going to marry me someday. IT hurts to think that there will be another that will take my place.
 
A poem for anyone who had lost love due to Indian tradition.

I am so lonely though she remains at my side.
Through any turns with me she abides.

But far from her eyes is the passion I once felt.
It was taken from me in this hand I was dealt.

I once enjoyed love's embrace
The one who adored me so clear on her face.

But the one who brought me forth from the womb
Sealed my fate to this mundane tomb.

She said it would kill her should I take another path.
I was arranged to marry one from my caste.

My Father so proud, my brothers relieved.
My sisters designed flowery wreaths.

The wedding elaborate spoke of for years.
Eliminated were my family's worst possible fears.

Now I live my life day to day.
Never really knowing what to say.

I have such a lovely wife. She deserves much more.
But I can't stop thinking of the love for which I was torn.

I can saddness. I feel it too.
We both wish for love, but there's nothing I can do.

My Mother told me I would forget.
But with an American woman I would live full of regret.

She said with this bride, our hearts would bond.
I still await that moment, long after my parents are gone.

I am alone with the legacy they left.
I just wish it wasn't heartache for the one I wish I had kept.
 
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