Vagaries of Love

This is a poem I wrote just before I tied the knot. I had the privilege of choosing my life partner and joined the bandwagon which salutes the metrosexual male. In these years I have seen marriages of many friends broken because of irrepairable differences. Incompatibility is not a fashion statement or a trend people can afford to live with. Our parents and grandparents were not perfect but they took the time and effort to solve differences of opinion and one partner ate humble pie. Letting go means letting ego go. "I love you" and "I am sorry" are just three words but it brings sunshine in everytime it is said. "I hate you" and "we are divorced" are three words too. Incompatability has no place in the smile of our children. Every child has a right to his innocence and a niche called a home. To all my friends on the threshold of marriage I say this, learn gardening. A marriage works like a healthy garden. Sunshine smile Water down anger Weed out doubt and suspicion and you will have a robust crop of wedding anniversaries.

Many a dream of love’s delights,
Many a woe follows sleepless nights.
Many a joy in a light heart,
Many a sorrow in a longing heart.

Days spent looking forward to every conversation.
Nights, awake in heartsickening depression.
Coffee’s cold; busy gazing into her eyes?
Marriages broken and trust belied.

Cupid strikes and love happens,
Time to look onto guidance from heaven.
Does love always mean discord and strife?
Divorces ending chapters called husbands and wives?

Life is more than just moonlit walks.
It’s more likely to be, not so pleasant talks.
The crux of it all lies in simply this,
Marriages can be turmoil or plain bliss.

Make it or break it, depends on you.
Look at the person you love, every day, anew.
Learn to be forbearing and forgiving.
Your marriage will be an eternal blessing.