A relationship is like the waves of oceans,
Comes and goes like the capricious seasons.
Always keep forming like never ending,
Some long-lasting, some ephemeral,
Sometimes like spring, sometimes like autumn.
But never exists to eternity,
No assurance ever of fraternity.
Just supports itself with a warrantee,
So that it stands a chance,
Any possibility, any hope, to be mended.
But never heals to its originality,
Lost in the clouds of infidelity.
It becomes rusted and rotten,
Putting lives into lunatic asylum,
With feelings dead and promises forgotten.
The strings binding heart long broken,
Cheerful and glorious times being shaken.
Gradually everything sleeps – away,
Invading the delicate bondage of love,
Like the coastline marred with hurricane.
Finally , after all this cataclysm,
Everything once so crystal clear,
Now veiled in abstractionism.
Peace restored once again, no doubt,
Yet there is cacophony in that peace,
Only heard by the subtle mind.
Now it stings like the thorns of rose,
The inevitable end of relationship being close.
Another relationship once again ripples,
To be cherished before it flickers.
Every relationship has its ending,
**No matter how hard being tried on its mending.
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