A lady soft, a lady mild.
A lady sweet as she is firm.
Not one to only speak when spoken to.
But one that’s truly tough as nails.
A man as handsome as can be.
A man beady eyed with greed.
His tongue glib and fraught with glee.
A match for wandering eyes was it.
A pairing not uncommon.
A marriage besought by stormy weather.
To each their own, behind the curtain.
A smile, hand in hand for every other.
On a day nice as any other,
The wife made former by the later,
Her accoutrements got and out the door went,
A close to act 1, an exit, stage left.
Heart afire.
Beady eyes awander.
Effusive flowery courting afoot.
A slow burn is teased to conflagrant proportions.
Same as before, except anew.
A union ephemeral is formed.
All teetering with hope and laughter.
With sundering looming in it’s wake.
Onome
5/12/2020.
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