Love's Risk Reward
He glad plays victim, and freedom from blame.
Instead blaming Love, and cursing its very name.
His heart went blind, far before our crimes we did commit.
Years spent ignoring her every need, not once did he submit.
Her heart had finally had enough, and made up its own mind.
If he wouldn't give her love, then love she would find.
Only true love, they say, ensures a souls content.
How easily we found love, as if heavenly it were sent.
At first she met me with denial, refusal to consent.
But soon love conquered all her fear, our worries too they went.
Passion finally had its way, breaking us free from our bounds.
Our pleasure clearly displayed with our each and every sound.
In our new found ecstasy, which we gladly shared.
Things became too normal, she forgot to be scared.
Then our little secret, became exposed out right.
Our happy new world, brought clearly into light.
What started off so innocent, maybe even pure.
Was now very real, shaking three souls unsure.
Now, our journey's destination lies solely in her mind.
When she looks deep within her heart, I wonder who she'll find.
The question simply becomes what's the risk/reward?
Is new found happiness worth putting a marriage through the sword?
Is familiarity enough cushion to break the sadness of her fall?
Or, is being truly happy the reward worth any risk or all?
Copyright © Anthony Guccia | Year Posted 2016
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