A match like this,
Since Charybdis and Scylla.
I watch, in morbid fascination,
You are made for each other,
Like the horizontal glide,
Of a train across its tracks.
Your love attracts eyes,
Who watch the train crash.
Rather than star-crossed lovers,
Ripped by the hands of prophecy,
A traffic collision waiting to happen.
Your relationship takes fireworks,
And strips them to gunpowder.
Barrels of Elizabethan poetry,
Came out as ye olde curse words.
You have an absolute shipwreck,
Of a romance,
But you forgive and live,
To entertaining your public,
With mid-street warfare.
It’s a beautiful thing to watch.
Now get a room.