"The Loyal Wife"

She sat on the couch
With a steak on her face
Wasn't complaining
Suffered with grace
He said he was sorry
With his usual doom
She nodded her head
Escaped to their room
She was in love
But her love was a prison
Strong and determined
To make a decision
He was impressed
By her essence of class
She had grown tired
Of being harassed
Thinking of childhood
She wanted to fly
He said without her
He couldn't get by
She laid on the bed
With the world on her shoulders
Dreaming of freedom
And someone to hold her.