I have a dog, Who loves his bitch to the point of no return, Even when she makes out with hounds in the open, My dog won't let go. And why should I? I was a lifeless brown soil, My ocean has brought colourful pebbles to my shore. Read more poems here Cuckold is a simple piece drawn out of the quiet observation of selves and relationships. Though straightforward, I believe it is open to many relatable expressions. Is this just about the husband, the wife, and their pebbles? Or about an inability to let go simply because... In the end, it all probably ties back to a kind of devotion that defies logic. What's your interpretation?