There being no answer
the ring going on for long
creates a disturbance with fear
the mind could not rest
the heart jumps out
a slight suspicion runs through
that there being a squabble
the husband who is perfect
the wife being over enthusiastic
their egos clash periodically
quarrels rise up now and then
with the man repeating the accusations
the wife repenting and crying
this being the routine so far
the call not answered
sends a chill down the spine
hope my surmise goes wrong.
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