Hallmark Holiday VI

Love sold and packaged, neatly, as a service,
and none of this for better or for worse.
The marriage institution meant to serve us,
for some a blessing and for others curse,
why can't it be just like a Vegas wedding,
a happy, sloppy, tipsy love affair,
with someone at the ready: change the bedding
and leave no sign that anyone's been there.
We study our relationships like car wrecks:
slow down for a quick look, and then rush by,
and passing judgement notice all their defects:
if it's this bad then someone better die.
No, nothing neat and packaged about love.
Of cert not of the consequence thereof.