On Embarkation leave
Too long a time to waste
But just enough hours
So as not to need haste
They made love together
Forty seven different ways
Spent a honeymoon period
In an ecstatic kind of daze
They kissed goodbye so tenderly
As if he was never coming back
From his third term of duty
On streets patrol in Iraq
They laughed about it afterwards
About how they spent those days
Making love to each other
Forty seven different ways
She stands alone in this world
So many have come into her life and so many have failed her
by their actions and lack lustre promises
It had become second nature to expect a honeymoon period
and then the stark reality of another failed endeavour
Armed with faith, hope and charity and a willingness to accept,
she was regularly paid back with lies, deceit and the shame
of trusting another person who inevitability was going to let her down
Yet here she stands strong, proud and still wearing her
battle bruised heart on her sleeve for all to see
Never letting regret or failure stand in her way always willing to try
and see the good in someone where others have failed
With an optimism that is unbreakable she knows that tomorrow
will arrive and with it every opportunity to get what she wants
and deserves finally coming into her life.
There Love life was Dead
In the Marital Bed
And though they Tried
To stem the Tide
Of long past Passion
The flame had died
On either side
There day's of faking love making
Fooled no 1
When neither partner are not willing to lie
When the romance is dead no denying
Dressing up or trying will bring
That what makes the body shake
And pupil's dilate under mate
Will come again
Like the honeymoon period no holds barred
In cars and places pulling hair
Anywhere the moment took
A single look or passing touch
Or feminine bust that led to lust
Marriage and Mate love dictates
Can rise above carnal instinct
What the flesh desires
Or part separate ways
In regret of what should have been
Together
When you first met each other,
You asked, is this the one?
With others you've dated,
A soul mate, you found none.
You both were so attentive,
Each presenting your best side,
In time becoming comfortable,
Your flaws you couldn't hide.
With honeymoon period over,
You learn the person within,
You must decide, is this love,
Or are we just special friends?
It takes God's intervention,
To hold a marriage, day by day,
To remember why you fell in love,
With fights, each wanting their own way.
Take time to be attentive,
Presenting your best side,
Yes, there will be problems,
But true love will survive.
Now you found your soul mate,
In God's eyes, you are one,
Respect each other's feelings,
Seek first, His will be done.