Love is Garbage
Behold the love of husband and wife,
Like garbage, it may seem peculiar,
A bond that withstands the tests of life,
Yet bear with me, for it grows clearer.
Just as garbage holds discarded things,
Love holds quirks, the mess, the imperfections,
A trash bag collects the flaws that life brings,
but life garbage is held as memories and reflections.
Like trash, love can be raw and foul,
as garbage transforms in due course,
With moments that challenge and disavow.
Love transcends, gaining strength and force.
New life arises, from refuse, a garden begets,
if trash, cultivated with tender care,
in the waste matter, the darkest depths,
life can be nurtured from moments of despair.
And like recycling’s noble goal,
From broken pieces, it weaves anew,
Love recasts, restores the soul,
A garden of love, strong and true.
Embrace the garbage, the flaws untamed,
in the bond of husband and wife,
in its greasy depths, love’s essence is framed,
Love’s flower blossoms from messy strife.
In the realm of love, let’s embark,
into this mess that endures, resilient and vast,
into the refuse, the stenchy and dark,
Embracing the garbage, with a love that will last.
WoPoLi 
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