Yet, She Is My Wife Poem by swabi mnisi

Painted with greed
Masked with hypocrisy
And her heart is frozen

Blessed with queen of a face
Decorated with a soothing voice
Yet, her heart is cold

Born in church
Born to a priest
Raised by Christians
Yet she is a witch

Behaves like a Samaritan
Walks like a pageant
Talks like an angel
Yet she is evil

Mistaken for love
Married for love
Yet there is non lovely about her
She is a Dracula
And yet she is my wife