e appear to share a house
We might even share a room
But sadly, you are no longer that blushing bride
and I am no longer that happy groom

Yes, our life has been good together
A kind of equilibrium have we achieved
Growing old has become the routine of life
the loss of innocence is what we grieve

To our own corners we've repatriated
and come out occasionally to spar
To smile, or perhaps that occasional banter
and sometimes we even go to war

Like inmates for life we wander
we breach, we mend our fences
and eventually tiring, we surrender
and like victors emerge from the trenches

The End

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