Love Is Two Poem by John Mark Siklere

Is love made to cripple;
to break in two?
To wheel around on tires of two?
When I think of love I think of two.
Two people, a pair, a set of twos.
I think of tied men bound in glue,
I think of sour men 'torn in' too.
Nagging wives; I see them too,
abusive men they come in too.
I think of promises, money and big lies too;
Wedding bells, honey,
all taped in two.
Bliss is a feeling claimed in love,
yet Bitterness is crammed there too.
Love is Happiness, Love is blue,
Love is Hideous,
Have I given you a clue?
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm true; this is I what think:
''LOVE IS TWO''