She was pretty, young and promising,
standing out from the others i'd seen,
their eyes forever dull with loneliness,
desperation poured from the screen.

I'm a married man and bored at work,
I registered for a distraction,
From endless chores, an unhappy wife,
and a life without any passion.

She was only twenty and her smile...
her smile was beautifully gentle,
her eyes shimmered with a love
that was perfect, transcendental.

I wrote a message the very same day,
informing the girl of her beauty,
i was single, funloving, loved cats and dogs
and (rarely) neglected my duties.

I sent with the message a picture,
and i was certain she wouldn't respond,
but within the next hour my mailbox flashed,
with news from the beautiful blonde.

She said that her name was Helen,
she was studying medicine at college,
she shared my interests, liked my picture,
can we meet, write back to acknowledge :-)

We arranged a meeting for saturday,
I would pick her up in my car,
We would visit a restaurant, enjoy a meal,
then spend some time in a bar.

It's Friday now, as i'm writing this poem,
dreaming of Helen (as ever),
sitting here, questioning my morals,
scared of my foolish endeavour.

I ask you all now for some welcome advice,
on answering a simple question,
Do i love Helen, hate my wife,
or is it simply a stupid obsession?