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Oct 2015
Heaven looks on as love continues to woo hate
Will it their suffering alleviate?
Who teaches love what door to knock on
And who answers the door when terror on the night's wing is borne?
When you first met, everything seemed to
make love to your five senses
The taste, sight, feel, voice and smell of
everything around your beloved seemed
to caresss the very core of your being and without wanting to
you found yourself drawn to this creature whose existence you
Had no prior knowledge of.

And so like Adam you went to sleep
But you couldn't sleep long enough to
Allow Him fashion a gift for you out of you.
You were restless, your garden lay fallow, untended to and deserted.
Since proverbs31 was never a criteria for your selection
love you said was like designer clothing and since she was no Victoria secrets
This package you intended to present to yourself openly.
And so you became the giver and the receiver
Leaving no room for a blessing to find expression.
For your kisses were presented to her without a hallelujah.

And when she accepted them she doubted the authenticity
But who cared anyway? It was the age of fairytale marriages.
Love! Yes love was sufficient to keep.
But didn't we all think so until Eve ate the apple?
Still , the marriage must hold for all have been invited.
After all, we'll learn later...google.
And so we all ate and wished the couple a "happy life"
Becoming partakers of a lifetime of regret
How awful or was it? The wine we drank tasted happy
and the music was sweet.

Now the wedding is over and he knows
That the devil also wears prada.
Chained to a lifetime of regrets and loveless affiliation
How did the marriage he dreamt of become the marriage he cursed?
She looked at him and tossed the pen to him.
The divorce papers were ready to be signed the lawyer told them.
But before the pen kissed the sheet they awoke with a start.
They had fallen asleep in the marriage counselor's couch..
A glimpse of the future was enough to make a decision...the marriage was called off
And back to the garden they went to learn how the first marriage began.
Notes (optional) Before a home is called broken, there is always a time to avoid it ever happening..it's in the place of courting issues are dealt with for in marriage they can only be faced.
Ene Elizabeth Adeka
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Ene Elizabeth Adeka  F/Nigeria
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