It builds up in steam
steamy l’amour in passion’s pressure cooker
only to let it all out to vanish
once the honeymoon is over.
So the sizzling love affair
fizzles out like some fizzy drink
uncorked by a pair of human corkscrews
and the fizzy fizz just evaporates
and love is said to have flown out the window
disappearing as if into thin air!
So like the pressure cooker
when it has let out all steam
romance escapes in a fountain of outburst
through a listless vent
and love life seems empty
much like a bursted bubble or balloon
Even the most extravagant romantic serenade
couldn’t have stalled the explosion of the passion grenade
The passionate moments soon after
left to clutter about
like debris in the aftermath
merely like vague memories
A broken puzzle of love-life
scattered and shattered
leaving love fragmented
with some pieces lost beyond retrieval
while others super-imposed upon memory
to haunt forever
for the ex-lover
is life’s tenacious mind-prowler
if not a stalker
Passion merely reaches the summit
and from any summit
there is only a downward climb
thus passion from that peak
could only spiral and plummet.
As then you pay passion’s penance
for partakin of forbidden romance
Loss of love is its foremost nemesis
rendering all passion and love out of wed-lock
to be totally, absolutely useless!
(I have observed scores of times that nations which indulge in pre marital fornication have far fewer of happy or longlasting marriages)
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