Burst Those Bubbles

Why does love have to be so painful?

We could do with an easier road.

One that wouldn’t be so stressful,

One with someone to share the load.

I always thought that marriage would be,

A sharing of all life’s troubles.

But being married as long as I have,

Surely burst all those tiny bubbles.

I see so many troubled pairs,

That try everything they can.

But in the end their troubles drown them,

And leave them feeling bland.

When the excitement is gone,

It gets so much worse.

You have to work harder,

So your bubble won’t burst.

Some make it through to the good times,

Some make it through all the bad.

Taking all life throws at them,

And coming out of it relieved and glad.

Why are some couples so troubled?

Why can’t they all have it great?

Is it because of some dark cloud?

Or is the reason someone’s mate?