MY little BROWN BOOK

The Daughter Maker

...and we got close

Wedding bell close

We crushed glass with toes

Wearing dashiki robes

Jumping brooms, we had

Chemistry ala Breaking Bad

We stored our energy

In a musical synergy

Our thoughts were a galaxy

Our plot providing ataraxy

The Moon and Sun became one visual

Over our artisan honeymoon sygyzial

Where we aligned in a lyrical

Song storm, forming a Miracle

But from out of that cloud

Our thunder became too loud

Outrageous hormones and heart

Ripped apart stages designed for art

And we stopped building

And we stopped yielding

And we got close

Close to rewriting prose

but the musicians froze

And we canceled all the shows

And let no man put asunder

The futility of blame and blunder

When sorting through the rubble

We found clues of potential trouble

You were easily persuaded

I was easily elated

We were eager to join

Scripture scripts for our loins

and we judged Others when double dating

Convinced we would last past the mating

and other young couples would 'poof '

But we ended so fast, that our only proof

Of even having an efficacious Union

Was the Hierarchy extruded through our collusion

We had Her together

And our regal Iridescence did tether

Our directions, though separate,

Leading us back to our Advocate

To watch and protect Her light

despite our seven year fight

None of that matters now

I just want Her smile....

No fancy words really needed

I'd like every unsavory word deleted

Because yes, we lost the thrill of Us

But gaining still a Plus in the minus

And She'll multiply our perspicacious thoughts

In time, dividing our pertinacious noughts

If and only If = we conquer our broken bonds

for Her sake, we listen as Heaven responds

To our plea that She be Wise and Healthy

And stay in clichés, being Beautiful and Wealthy