I hear various sounds like the gushing of a mighty waterfall:
Oh! Marriage is tough; I just can't keep that vow, please read the poem below:
'You loved me because I am young, elegant and strong, you cherish my youth which blossoms,
Like a flowering plant,
And you vowed to be with me till the end of time.
But time will come when the teeth that once were white,
Will be encrusted with green and yellow muck,
And will drop off leaving the mouth wholly putrid with smell.
But don't forget you once kissed those lips.
Time will come when the radiance on my face will fade away and my charming smiles become strange or full of contours;
These plumpy cheeks will sag, time will come when the seasons mock me as I lean on sticks, galloping because these feet nimble no more.
Time will come when the sweet fragrance of my youth fades away and the putrescence (smell) of the aged stinks.
BUT REMEMBER YOUR PROMISE!'

Culled from ODM devotional!

Frustration in old age is inevitable if marital love is based on beauty or riches as the set fragrance of youthfulness and allure of money fades

Beautiful piece. Beautiful words

i hate poems

Nice one

pasqal09: i hate poems

seriouzly?

Gab-real:
seriouzly?

Yes