The death of love


I knew of a couple
They were in love and happy
Saving money to buy a house.
She became pregnant and
Thought it was best to have an abortion
Without consulted her spouse she went and had one
And since a  woman’s body is her temple
She didn’t think of telling him.
When he knew he felt resentful he had hoped
They one day would have a  baby.
The umbrage gnawed inside of him he felt
Cheated, and their ******* had lost
It's intensity.
They grew apart and they parted, love had
found a backdoor and escaped the misery.
I think when two people live together
The consequences must be shared by both.