Consent

I loved him,
I trusted him,
But somehow I feared,
To let him come near.
As every time he wanted to get intimate,
I asked him to wait.
So one day…
He just went,
Because he did not have my consent.
I underwent,
A lament.
I managed to cope,
On that slope,
As at the end of the road I saw hope.
Hope to life,
Which seemed to be a delight.
Delight gave me content,
To that extent,
Where in I lived my life with my consent.