Husband's Lament

Summer's heat in your touch
Melts winter's ice in your heart.
Sweet lies spill through the same lips
Which inebriated me with kisses.

Green eyes in a passionate moment
Angrily tear my heart in another.
Same arms which wouldn't let me go,
Push me away when I come home.

The storm of our love making
Gives way to an apprehensive silence
And exits out of bed are
Twice as quick as getting in.

Our love living, then seemingly dead,
Then resurrected again;
As a phoenix rising from its ashes and
Then soaring up towards the sun.

Our passion raging like a river
Then trickling to a calm pool.
The rare peace of balance is
The best we'll ever hope for.