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Prologue by a Man in Love
A man in love is unreliable; a good lover,
he makes a bad husband. Only a woman
who loves such a man knows how he
can break her heart, with the careless ease
of a child trampling flowers. The wife
of such a man grows hardened, bits
of her love breaking off, until she ceases
entirely to care. Or she wrecks herself,
seeking oblivion in drink, gambling,
or other men.
Worse, in his eyes
he is entirely innocent—he was made
that way--he has no guilt or shame
as he still continues to fall in love,
again. What's wrong with him?
Why can't he be happy or content with
what he's got, like the other men?
Who knows? I have no answer,
being such a man myself.
