Whom Are We Kidding After All? Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Whom are we kidding after all?
Whatever it is, there is no winning in this game
The union of two into one is strange
More like confusion than fusion
So who is the lucky con?
Emotional rollercoaster feelings that hurt

By lucky or chance the coupling takes place
More like love at the first glance in the hall way
First union boulevard then uphill all the way
Flowers, chocolates and rings to show
So two turn into one but can't decide which one

Love is strange but even stranger is marriage
Blessings pronounced over exchange of vows