In Marriage (3) Poem by RIC BASTASA

and then you become one
like glued wood to iron

it will be shaky sometimes
she does what you do not want to be done by her
and you too takes revenge

precisely, you also do things to get even with her
you will know what is hell

but both of you get fed up sometime about these
disagreements

you try to agree on some rules
a meeting of the minds so to speak

you bring her flowers and chocolates
and she cooks the best lasagna for you

you come home early and she meets you
on a very soft bed and scented pillows

you make love
you whisper her again what you once felt

you tell her
and she will tell you too about the mysteries of love
that must be shared

you kiss her she hugs you
you are gentle and she is sweet

till then, you begin to find each other
anew, refreshed, and committed

in marriage.