You desperate wounded look

what's brought you to her face?

I can't explain her actions,

won't someone plead my case?

For once again I've hurt her,

cut her deeply, Lord knows how.

She's brooding o'er her secret wound;

I can't speak with her now.

Why can't he see within my soul

and sense my simple needs,

to nourish me with attentiveness

as his own flesh he so feeds;

To ask me what's important

and acknowledge my attempt

to make his home a castle?

On my love he pours contempt.

My children; you must understand

a woman has her way

to meet her husband's deepest needs:

to honor and obey.

But men so need reminding

what's important in her life,

that nine times in My Word I say,

"Husband, love your wife."

Husband, give yourself to her

the expanse of your heart;

for how can she submit to one

she only owns in part?