How fleeting is love and affection?
How precious is the rose?
Love and syrupy transcendent words
So quickly disappear in the light of day
Promises of forever and always
Of true love’s sweet kiss and candlelight
Turn to dust, to anger and despair
To fighting and arguments over petty things.
What was love eternal becomes animosity and never ending strife.
We do not know how to love when life’s reality intervenes
And “’til death do us part” becomes
“I will see you in court.”
Where is the rose, the fairytale in all of this?