There’s no deceiving
When he’s laughing
A story I know all too well
Guise of a laugh, artful or swell?
Emotions were all over,
He was yesterday, the playful lover
And every time I heard his laughter,
My heart warmed like a burning fire.
Today the silence speaks, and I acknowledge
Short bursts of laughter, he disengages
Though his laugh seems to reassure
I am not fooled by his eyes so dull
Tomorrow he will laugh with a hint of quandary
And I will be there for him in his misery
As we glide through the good and the bad
Laughter will heal all in the moment at hand
There really is no deceiving, marriage is for the long haul
The guise of a laugh, delightful or pretentious,
A story I know all too well, in this life vow called loving.