(to
be wise and love, exceeds man’s might – shakespeare)
three
little words every wife hears
(where’s my supper?)
now
let me make this very clear
how
did love become so defined
courtship
crushed under daily grind
family:
everyone has a role
where
status quo becomes the goal
responsibilities
refined
expressions
of a love defined
until
sorrow is sand slipping
through
fingers futilely gripping
we
are slaves to evolution
procreation
constitution
proof
of provide then cum inside
and
all the love you feel besides
doesn’t
fit in this expression
do
your duty, learn your lesson
and
all the reasons she was wooed
have
no bearing on what we do
to
pay the bills, wipe noses ill
the
glass of obligation filled
this
trap is just a tapestry
unraveling
in travesty
we
force divorce, because, of course
we’re
claiming a buyer’s remorse
instead
of seeing through the lies
that
love is not a compromise
where
every day a brand new song
should
come your way and come on strong
you
sing to her, she sings to you
and
everything else you do
is
just the stuff that’s in-between
so
trivial it is unseen
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