Two Friends When Get Married
She saw my grief behind hesitant smile,
Love behind rage that spilled some wrathful bile,
A child’s pretence hind a put-on profile,
And saw honesty under my raw guile.
She loved me for being more than a friend,
Around home a readily helping hand,
A resort close by, not on far island—
Resort, her tired soul wherein loved to mend.
Too bad, two kindred souls when get married,
The friendship of friends seldom gets carried
To be a husband or wife much harried,
Rare still, the old love gets all but buried.
And what happens to former loving friends?
Maybe, as husband, well, the man husbands.
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Sonnet |44.12.2020| friends, marriage
Poet’s note: Is it the expectations of give and take that makes a mighty difference? This sonnet opts to end with a flippant tongue-in-cheek end, but it does hint at a likely root cause.
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