We married the day we met and became
tribal, united through spiritual recurrences.
We pledged our love with our hearts, souls
Our connection consummated a spiritual
union in the sky.
I was dazzling as fiery mars and you were
smashing like apathetic Saturn.
Our union was registered in the galaxy,
creating a deeper cosmic level more
tangible than the theory of evolution.
Your love legitimized my life and restored
my faith in humanity.
You renewed my poetic vow with a
reassurance of a solid love as strong as a
hovering eagle and my heart decided that
it wouldn’t be wasted on anyone else,
A renewal of deep veneration, nurturing
me to revel in womanhood.
Your love resonates to the sound of musical
Heart strums like the quiver of a violin bow
Romantic arpeggio of desire written in a
Souls swirling in unison to the sound of the
Creating a musical concert our hearts can
Your love is King to me.
Precious like the smell of an old book.
Valuable like a classic old skool record.
Refreshing as the smell of damp ground
on a rainy day.
Love, I am not making promises in a glass
house but assurances of my loyalty to
you and Re-assurances of my commitment.
Some days the ocean water may wash up
ashore and I’ll question your integrity.
Storms will come and our ship may get
lost at sea and we’ll forget what brought
Our love will be tested and you’ll search my
soul and find a compass, I’ll be standing
close to you with an extra boat.
I am not talking about a couple of forevers,
but a lifetime of bliss.