A poem written by my sister for her husband right before they got married:
The many acts of our two lives
Intertwined to a sensational simplification:
-All shall be well-
This is the comedy in our head at least,
While together we stride on
Trying not to be a damned soul, or a damned fool.
A duel to the death! An optimist’s revolt!
Ah yes, we have mastered the incalculable pleasure of perpetual crisis
And our harmony is too absurd not the be enjoyed;
This is love.
So we rise
To the contemplation of truth and flamboyant revelations
Giving treats to children along the way.
-Let nothing upset you, let nothing startle you, all things pass-
And if we went wrong?
“Fuck it, I guess we lost.”