Marriage is Blind
Love Is Fireworks
A riot of color that screams across the sky,
visible from heaven but never held.
It pricks your eye, burns your sight,
etches the face into your retina like a divine warning:
"You will never see them like this again".
It's not poison, just an overdose.
Then marriage goes blind
To the spark you still carry.
It sees the chores, not the devotion.
It praises the schedule, not the soul.
It forgets the spark that seared your eye
and calls the ash commitment.
Marriage doesn’t ask what you feel, it assumes.
It doesn’t look, it remembers.
And memory is a poor prosthetic for vision.
Loved but still unseen
And that is the blackout
no firework could ever warn you about.
Copyright © abdul Mannan | Year Posted 2025
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