Unintended Pessimism

the pessimism of our being
astounds me more than most
I marvel at out ability
to dampen the highest spirit
the drag the dullest of days
and murder our own love
in out own special way.

the heavenly strains ring out
of a new found love both
halves sickeningly happy
and full of buoyant joy
how long will their treasured
glee last and why do we
really care? After all, we
hope it turns bittersweet
for we are on our own.