It is bedtime 'my half' and the vow still fresh
You promised to make me a bed
Of love and trust not metals and timber
Wide enough for two, in sorrow and bliss
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Sounds as if the honeymoon is over.Perhaps it will yet work out. A great title, Both enjoyable and troubling.Well handled
''make me a bed of love''-nice imagery, Simon, I like the idea to make the love be existent, moreover, to make it sleepy...maybe you should make the love be a bed for sleeping...but it's not a rule....nice poem, thank you for sharing..
A real marriage life! Love becomes an illusion, the more we get used to each other (wuod mama) . This is a nice post. I like it.