She sat at my kitchen table
Coffee cup in hand,
And told the bitter story,
Of loving the "other man".


She said her husband had broken
Her heart in every way,
She had no hope of blue skies,
Ever coming her way.


She told me her life was empty,
Filled with bitterness and strife,
And she had not been happy,
Just being a mother and wife.


Then this man came to her,
Singing loving songs,
And she no longer cared,
What was right and wrong.


He filled her days with sweetness,
She dreamed of him all night,
She argued that completeness,
Was every person's right.


But soon she learned the man,
Shared his loving sighs,
With many other women,
Their love was built on lies.


And now she knows real sorrow,
Though she fights it the best she can,
"Never try borrowed sugar", she says,
"from another woman's man."