We see it all the time.

The happily married couple, their struggles, their passion; their games.

It's in their eyes.

The fire, the fight, the relentless control.

Are they equally to blame?

They cannot deny it.

For it lives within their skin, their guts and even their hearts.

The back and forth, the to and fro, the timeless merry-go-round,

This much we know.

You cannot hide behind words so strong.

Your sense of self is in jeopardy;

You dare not be wrong.

No one needs to be the opposer or the one who is hurt.

There is little need to be right just to

pound another's spirit deep within the dirt.

Bury what you will for another day.

It will still be there to conceive another fray.

It is in your very natures

To fight to the bitter end.

Yet when it is all over and done,

You are still each other's best friend.

Why is it that we struggle to be so right?

That we shed all sense of honor

To make way for a might that seems right?

There is no escape

For a bond that is real.

We will fight to the finish

For a love to congeal.

In life there will always be one thing for sure.

In matters of the heart

One must feel pain in order to endure.

Enduring all things,

The good and the bad included.

Make haste and take precious time.

Be sure you are secluded.

Secluded from the noise, the crowds, the work of being.

Give each other the desired attention

As if once blind,

Now, you are seeing.

For there is no escape from the feelings you share.

You can argue, feign disinterest, or try to hide.

But you cannot escape when two hearts collide.

And they lived happily ever after?

We'll see...