Butterfly Love

Our first date was a lot of fun;
Our second date – a hurried one.
No kisses now on cheek or chin;
No lengthy hugs when I come in.

We met in May; we wed in June;
Our honeymoon was over soon.
What else is there for me to say?
“Our butterfly love is flitting away.”

On Saturday, you visit friends;
On Sunday night, bingo begins;
On Monday morn, while light is dim,
You travel to the nearest gym.

One neighbor asked, “Is she still true?”
My sister has her wonders, too;
But, though I have seen colors fade,
I doubt that I have been betrayed.