Blasé

A man's confusion at his love that was fading.

Maybe love isn't what they say
it is,
Full of happy intrigues, romance
and fun. Maybe love isn't what they say
it means,
for I've played with it and the
shine is gone.
I soaked myself in the froth of
romance, I pursued my love into holy
matrimony
full of pomp, music and dance.
The first years were love and
bliss
but the children came and work began:
Who to wash the clothes and
pay the bills?
Mow the lawn and cook the
meals?
My love is old and romance is dead
"For better, for worse," thats
what we said.
Alas! All things worsen day by
day,
"My love, my love, is this blasé?"
. © 2016 Agboola Israel

Reviews

[MightyMouse]

I'm not the best poet and have never really been a fan, but this is pretty good.

[oluwatoosinfunmi]

Lol. I think this is nice and realistic.