Wedded Bliss

Yeah well so much for wedded bliss.

An unknown elixir I’ll always miss.

 

So tell me when will it all start?

After the fault finding of my heart?

 

Or post hissing names in my head?

Or after the blow meant me dead?

 

Was that when the happy marriage began?

Or will I live forever as an also-ran?

 

Or should I wait after the days of silence?

Forgiven after months of muted penance?

 

Perhaps that’s when love would finally begin

Once I’m finally forgiven of my unknown sin.

 

Or perhaps now you no longer overspeak,

And see me listen quite mild and meek.

 

Was that the solid foundation missing?

Or am I Prince Charming over wishing?

 

Or once you’ve finished the loving glare,

But chide me still for daring to stare.

 

Or those moments of push and shove.

Such body contact must be true love!

 

Rhapsodies and harmonies?

Syncopated symphonies?

Tell me when does true love start?

Why re-open a broken heart?

 


 


 


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