Marrieds love outlasts unmarried fickle loves.
| Ooh man, life could well be a bed of roses
If only love alone sprinkled from the hoses.
If only love flowed like an endless stream
If only love didn't end like a dream.
In all certainty, the antonym of love plunges you in the bed of thorns
Much unlike the agile yet peaceful dove love grows weeds, rust and horns!
I so pity the lovelorn, the lovesick, the forlorn
whose lover flew out the window last morn
But I know too of pure loves that outlast the storms
for one, they didn't begin in high school dorms.
They weren't instantaneous and impulsive loves for sure
Less whimsical, and within the bounds of the marital bond
their love tis bound to endure.
In conjugal bliss's hammock
fickle lovers cannot rock.
For without holy matrimony
Is merry go round love's Aunt agony.