Love can be a cruel game,
A barbed game of chance,
Did you know this?
When a man and woman love each other very much,
God flips a coin,
And fate calls for heads or tails,
Crossed fingers and all,
Do we hear the result?

Oh no,
It only becomes clear when and if the peace is shattered,
Is the house a home or a hell-pit?
Is the dinner table a banquet or a battlefield?
Will the pairing create memories or PTSD?
Romance is in flux you know,
Only one thing can be guaranteed,
The heavens and depths laugh in unison.

Comments
  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    That’s an interesting way to look at it. 🌚

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