Make me a promise of love.
We’ll make a pact to thee and i’ll woo
orion for you to see.
Take my hand and circle your intentions
on my ring finger.
Etch my future in your palms, draw a line
between me and you that our commitment
will forever hold- love will always stay.
Wrap me in your hands and kiss me softly.
Let’s take the world by storm, hop on to
the fastest sailing boat and start our lives.
I am now your wife.
Take a stroll with me through the corridors
of our marriage.
We’ll bask under the watchful eye of forever
as love rhymes with our voices and
compliments our actions.
Mutual respect, trust and faithfulness will
reside in the master suite of our hearts.
We’ll wade through the changes and realities
together as a couple.
Exploring one another; growing together.
Make me a promise of forever.
We’ll forge a treaty of forgiveness and
reconciliation and pray that our celestial stars
I don’t want us to be just another statistic, a
failed marriage, a broken story.
Spare me from the vacant signs in the room
amidst disagreement and contemptible chides.
Disconnection springing from lack of effective
Contentious marriage sinking under the abyss
of broken promises.
Damaged mortality; anger conjuring words
Withhold that sarcasm and scorn and let’s not
liquidate our joy.
Monotony may visit for a while- you might
grow tired from a boring routine.
Arguments will breed like mosquitoes, our
flame will extinguish.
Complaints will eventually fill our home with
a peculiar stench, expectations will depreciate.
Love will be tested, faith will falter, forever will
fade and you’ll succumb to weakness.
Everything broken will be debated and divorce
will linger in your mind like that old skool classic
you can’t get off your mind.
There, at that moment.
Remember our promise of love.
Recall our treaty of reconciliation.
Let our beautiful memories and our amazing
journey lighten up your face.
Just when you think that it’s all over, look o’er
your shoulder and you’ll see me on my knees
running my fingers all over our wedding band
with tears smudged on my face.
Dying to kiss you, ready to embrace you and
start all over.
Darling, I am not planning to be your Ex-wife.
I want to be your only wife, your woman, your friend, your Queen.