Disparity in Love

What was supposed to be the purest,
the fairest: a swarm of lilies
sauntering ‘midst the summer blooming;
hills haunted by a host of snows.

Is now a garage of rages,
a caged stage,
where weaponed words engage
to gauge memories on a page.

When one’s face is strong,
the other’s long
amidst the droughty gist that fills
the tummy of their tie.

Crumb of wishes
creeping on media’s posts
are the remains of a once giant union.

Life is but a globe,
at times, going for who wants you
is the true route to rolling over