Poetry
Real Love
The ebbs and flows of marriage
All the old memories and other images are done now
Flames traded for a reality lit with stability
The ones lost out and lonely from always wanting more
Find solace in each other while most crave being left alone
Blind to real love’s wonder, they sit in suspended silence together
A man smug, folding his hands behind his insipid head
We can distinguish now these affectionate waves
Crashing and receding as real love will
The same movements will prove too difficult for others
While we ride the storms out together
