A hundred thousand “I do’s” are said each day,
“For better or for worse, in sickness and in health,”
Yet half of them will be taken back sooner or later.
Starry-eyed lovers,
The bride, a vision in white.
The groom, complementing her in black.
No one would think that just months from now
They will be hurling insults and objects at each other,
Bent on hurting one another in any way possible.
No one would think so on this wedding day,
So full of promise and hope, the purest love in their eyes,
Their whole lives ahead of them.
Children’s small hearts, plastic and untouched,
Shatter like the most fragile crystal,
Unable to be repaired in their lifetimes,
When they hear Mommy say,
“Daddy and I are taking a break from each other for a while.”
Unwilling to compromise, unable to work it out,
The differences between them as stark as black and white,
They decide to take the “easy” way out.
One question remains:
In a world where half of all “I do’s” are taken back,
Does true love exist?