If on my wedding day
Pain will eat my heart
For entering a cell
Should I make a demand
Make swift a consideration
If past the day
Want for freedom shall
Engulf my heart
Should i place an order
My wish grant me
If after your honeymoon
Dry cassavas will hatch
Into a favorite
pampering fade into
Scratches
Should a request resurface
Your ears may they
Be pricked
If on 'our' day
Should stars grow dim
And your ways germinate thorns
Should I drop your hand
Generously let it go
if past the Day
should the palm of your hands
Loose their suppleness
Should your face grow
Pimples and wrinkles
Of hate and malice
Should I reveal a decision
Prudently do give in
Lover,
If after my wedding
The glitter of your eyes wane
The magic dance of your eyelids
Camouflages into
The frown of preying panther
Should I scramble out
Don't rush for me
If past the day
Your phones get pass-worded
Your inbox ever cleared
Then
Give I
A divorce
On my wedding day.
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An insightful depiction of essence of true love in holy matrimony, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. Divorce is a variable option when there is total loss of fascination in marriage. Thanks for sharing Jay. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.