TRUE LOVE INTERRUPTED

*THIS IS A TRUE ACCOUNT OF OUR EARLY MARRIAGE, BUT BETTY AND I STAYED TOGETHER AND WORKED THINGS OUT, AND THROUGH THIS EXPERIENCE LEARNED WHAT TRUE LOVE WAS ALL ABOUT. E.W.*

I was introduced to the good life the day I wed and went to bed with my wife who I seduced and, in return, learned the pleasured treasure of being welcomed to the arms of one with such magic charms offered openly just for me.

Is this what wedded bliss was meant to be? Or, like a precious sunset, would its beauty fade after it had played its serene scene and eventually become a routine masterpiece, a creation oft repeated, always different, still the same. Would the pleasures and the treasures of our introduction to mutual seduction become just a game that would lose its glow? Who is to know what is so or what is destined to be for my wife and me?

This joy of nature did employe many ways to fill our nights and days with delight we might not have known alone. But skeptics told us this gift of gold would not last. Old lovers, in the past, had expressed the same fear that the magic of the moment would eventually disappear.

But we refused to hear their disillusioned conclusions, their intrusion of reality upon the totality of the vitality we two possessed in this blessed happiness that treated us like honored guests to the land where lovers dwell. Could this heaven become a hell? Who can tell?

There was a night we turned off the light. The moon loomed full and bright and we assumed the gift of love would again come knocking at our door. We held and kissed and whispered words just like before, but nothing happened and the more we tried the less love complied. I sighed, she cried. We wept and slept side by side, but far apart in an ice cold bed.

This scene remained. Our love was strained and in time it faded as the skeptics said it would. It made no good sense but incompetence had come knocking at our door. Love was not there anymore.