Poem -

MAKE UP GIFTS

He storms out angry...

She doesn't understand what happened...

Everything was fine so she thought...

He needed an excuse...

So after saying a few harsh words...

She tries to understand...

Things that were never a problem...

Now words are harsh and confusing...

Talk of separation and divorce...

She still tries to understand...

A few hours later...

He returns with flowers, candy, and an apology...

They kiss and they hold each other tight...

She gladly accepts the make-up gifts...

He knows all the tricks...

ALL SHE SEES IS A HAPPY FUTURE!

All he knows is that the chances are he can just do it again...

DEDICATED TO ALL WHO ARE IN A VERY SWEET TRAP!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Hello Cleo...

Thank you for your comment...

Hugs...

Cheers...

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Hello Sis Cherie...

Thank you for your comment...

Yes it is a very common scenerio...

Hugs...

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Hello Flower Girl...

Thank you for your wonderful comment...

Glad you enjoyed!

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