What is this life?

So full of strife,

What is this life?

With an impossible wife.

The mornings are tense,

The afternoons are mild,

Evenings, you wonder,

How best to smile.

We fight, we scream,

We accuse, we steam,

We often behave

Like actors on a TV screen.

I am volatile,

I am mad,

I am passionate,

I am glad.

You are quiet,

You are steady,

You are the rock,

You are a teddy.

Why am I like this?

Why are you like that?

Questions and doubts,

Keep pouring out.  

Yet…

Yet…

We long for a cozy night,

With stars shinning bright,

A long walk, a lonely bloc,

And some heart-to-heart talk.

Yet…

We cite those wonderful sites,

Where we indulged in our flights.

The holidays, the celebrations,

The days of mutual appreciations.

Yet we love, fiercely and boldly.

Yet we care, deeply and vastly.

We know, we understand,

That couples need time to stand.

Through thick and thin,

Through a stormy spin,

We sail towards,

A foggy shore.

Hands clasped tightly,

Hearts thumping loudly,

We forge ahead,

All ready to soar.

This is the life,

Like it or not,

This is the life,

Our precious lot.

P.S.

The ups and the downs,

The good and the bad,

Are the handy tools of Fate,

But we chose our Destiny!