The start of a blossoming romance
your heart does sing and soul dance.
Wistful dreams of together for ever,
knowing that you will leave him never.
Then comes comfy, like old slippers,
possibly add a couple of nippers.
Cracks and strains begin to show,
but still a love you both bestow.
End is like opening flood gates,
years of bubbling hostility and hate.
You take it out daily on one another,
until finally he runs back to his mother.
Then all alone with children to raise,
you think back to happier days.
How everything finally fizzled out,
and left you with nothing but doubt.
your heart does sing and soul dance.
Wistful dreams of together for ever,
knowing that you will leave him never.
Then comes comfy, like old slippers,
possibly add a couple of nippers.
Cracks and strains begin to show,
but still a love you both bestow.
End is like opening flood gates,
years of bubbling hostility and hate.
You take it out daily on one another,
until finally he runs back to his mother.
Then all alone with children to raise,
you think back to happier days.
How everything finally fizzled out,
and left you with nothing but doubt.
Written Nov 07
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