A home, a haven, whispered by the breeze,
A quiet bliss, found where spirits ease.
Of spirits joined, where two hearts find their way,
To build a cherished space, where love can fly freely.
For ages vast, since humans first took stride,
Society's deep fabric, by marriage tied.
Yet, love's true heart, a cradle, soft and deep,
Where two souls' essence, in its rhythms sleep.
So fragile, precious, in its tender sway,
Demanding nurture, every single day.
A dance of sharing, tender, ever true,
A mirrored growth, in all that love can do.
Deep in the psyche, where the currents flow,
Past conscious thought, where hidden waters go.
Not soul nor subconscious, one and the same,
But separate streams, that bear life's intricate name.
A complex blend, of instinct and of choice,
A silent whisper, or a vibrant voice.
But storms can gather, shadows can creep,
When in that "cradle," bitter sorrows sleep.
The sting of blame, a venom in the air,
Undermining trust, beyond all repair.
No good remembered, only flaws displayed,
When skies turn bleak, and hope begins to fade.
As "opposite poles," in passion's fierce embrace,
Turn "same" in conflict, leaving no soft space.
Yet, hope's a beacon, shining ever bright,
To mend the fissures, turn the dark to light.
For answers whisper, simple, strong, and clear,
To quell the discord, banish every fear:
To share and care, with hearts held open wide,
To plan a life, with purpose as their guide.
To balance feelings, in the stormy strife,
And deeply cherish, the breath of vibrant life.
With shoulder-to-shoulder support, a steadfast grace,
To face the world, from love's enduring place.
This truth, a legacy, to children we must give,
The sacred lesson, how to truly live.
Not pouring salt on fires fiercely lit,
But nurturing the flame, where peace can sit.
To break the chains of what has gone astray,
And build new heavens, lighting up the way.
