Journey

The Persistent Lover

The husband look at his wife

Running after fake comfort

Painkillers that could only get worse

And aesthetics that numb her soul.

Outside was his wife

But inside her was no strong fort

Against the attacking horse

That kick and crumble her soul.

The husband, on the other hand,

Try to find a natural way

To reconcile

With his wife's perennial ailment.

The persistent lover was the husband

That never go away

Like a dove so docile,

And yet can heal the heaviest ailment.

A/N: I don't really dedicate this poem to anybody, but I just want to let you know that love will overcome hate, even if it means death. Like the poem? Comment, vote, and share. Over and out.