Marriage Poem by Edward Day

A simple task that most can't handle,
A life that's two and can withstand all.
What's right is different in each case,
True love's grip will set their pace.

Another time that is wasted by,
Those who don't truly feel and fly.
So brittle are the yolks that become one,
Too many melt away in a fire as hot as the sun.

To not know what is had when it is there,
The excuse used when people leave a love bare.
The reason is no different in how good a reason it is,
I wasn't thinking, it was a mistake, the answers that hang in the airs breeze.

Life throws this at you and you accept,
But do you really know what to expect?
One day it could be happy, the next, nothing.
If this is true leave while there's still a heart to sing.