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Tuesday, July 24, 2007 Thakyou for sharing your poem with me x A convict's woman is the rarest of jewelsShe suffers just as much, if not more, then the man she visits in prison She lives for the next visit, the day when they can be entwined in a world of their own Focusing on each others thoughts, and not having to adhere to anyones ideas on what, or should not be but simply living each moment for each other Being a convict is not an easy life, being his woman is even harder It is she who must sacrifice so that her man can have the luxuries that are taken for granted on the outside It is she who must inform family and friends that her man is not at home Not because he doesn't want to be there but because he is unable to It is she who must make more social adjustments then her man She is the forgotten victim, suffering from a cuase not of her making She is ostracized by her employers and landlords By loving a convict she is subjected to carry an unwarranted case of suspious When asked how she can love a man that she can not hold each night She replies, that it is not necessary to have her man physically...that their love is strong enough to withstand the trials of seperation and time She is a treasure beyond description no value can be placed on her She makes her man feel vitally alive she knows that she is needed When the day comes that they are united Itis the day when all sacrifices she has made will be worth the price she has paid.
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