Love Was The Reason Poem by Martin Nyundu

You married her because of love—
The girl you met long ago
Is not the woman you live with now.
The love you cherished has faded.

She was beautiful, undeniably so,
But no one saw what lay beneath.
Love is meant for two—
You gave yours completely.

You met in high school,
Grew up side by side.
She called you the best man alive—
Now you regret being that man.

Warnings came, but you turned away.
Help was offered, but you declined.
You said, "Too many cooks spoil the broth, "
Not knowing beauty is only skin deep.

You knew her past,
She convinced you it was behind her.
She said, "History never repeats, "
And you believed, placing all your trust.

You introduced her to your parents,
Spoke of her with pride.
They warned, "Don't count your chickens before they hatch."
Mom said, "All that glitters is not gold."
But to you, she was everything—mind, heart, and soul.

She was accepted.
Her parents welcomed you too.
Everything seemed perfect.
And so, you married.

Now it's too late for regret.
You've discovered the truth—
She's not who you thought she was.
You want a divorce. But who do you blame?

You've made your bed—now lie in it.
You wish you had listened.
Now you know: a leopard doesn't change its spots.
Is this the end of your world?

No—it's just the beginning.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Love is blind.
Once bitten, twice shy.