TOPIC/TITLE: Head in the Clouds.
Darkened couples and broken marriages,
Angels and ogres on a horse and carriage,
Intimacy declines with argumentative damage,
Low libidos spur sex, as lifeless as cabbage,
Leaving our passions hopelessly vanquished,
Some souls are so disgustingly famished,
Divorce can be so destructive and savage,
Remorseless mortals left hollow and ravaged,
Though she and I remain elated with our envious passage…
Family homes enshrouded in gloom and thunder,
Even the crows retreat and decease in number,
Brave faces to cover, the weakened hearts that those lurk under,
The basis of others is to throw insecurities, for lovers to lumber,
Blunder with a rubber, that leaves the kid with a brother,
Pregnancy means the guts rotunda, so husbands find lust with another,
But she and I remain connected in the blanket we’re under,
So right for each-other, living a forever precious, peaceful slumber…
Together for a whole joyous fifty years,
Forever solid through the fears and the tears,
Supportive in our independent, distinctive careers,
We don’t just randomly listen, we actually hear,
She’s my sorceress, in a murky world unclear,
The strongest of men collapse at her beauty, so real and dear,
Gulls in the grey appear with a tweet and a cheer when she’s near,
We’re……so clear in the warm direction that we follow and steer
Encapsulated in a universe so murderous and red,
But we know that when we put our own kids to bed,
No criticism, hate or hurt, but a hug an’ a kiss instead,
The miracle of love, like Jesus turning slices into masses of bread,
Choice of swinging through the happy, fulfilled life that you led,
At peace with the consummation of intertwined heads,
Or follow a life of meaningless ardour, so empty and dead,
Hanging yourself, in the negative values that you preached and read,

Destiny inevitably fails, all the misguided clowns that frowned,
Testimonies of hatred and gruesome, mental breakdown,
Suffocation, jealousy, and spouses crowding around,
Careless over their forgotten vows, whilst taking ashamed bows,
To God as he looks at their pitiful stamp of life now
And I wonder if it’s allowed, that we still have OUR head in the clouds.
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And whilst her and I look down from heaven above,
We’re proud of The Ones who know true love