If I Had Married You Instead of Her

I would not now be seething with regret
For having married more for lust than love.
My hopes before my life turned desolate
Now live but in the darkness where you move.

For having married more for lust than love,
I'm punished with a wife whom I despise.
I live but in the darkness where you move,
My hopes the harvest of your haunting eyes.

I'm punished with a wife whom I despise,
Trapped by children, choked by dreams that were
My hopes . . . The harvest of your haunting eyes,
If I had married you instead of her.