The Man I Gave Up

I peek around the corner, As he bends to tie his lace.
He’s walking with his daughter, And the woman I can’t face.
He is a married man, But, my heart still craves him,
And never will it stop, Until the bitter end.
I hear his daughter giggle, And say, "Daddy, there’s a bird!"
But, he turns my way, And doesn’t say a word.
A whistle in the brush A humming in my ear,
Makes me quietly wonder, What I am doing here.
A ring is on his finger, But, a fist is on my heart,
I feel the need to have him, But I can’t rip them apart.
A wife he has of twenty years, Happiness is theirs,
All I have though, is silence, As the pain, my life endures.
A man, I need…a man of love. A man who’ll care for me,
But, that I gave up to his wife So, they could be happy.