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His Vow To Me

I carried your heir for thirty six weeks my womb is scarred evidence of my love for thee. Some where here in these past years I tripped, but my heart thine hands did snare. No longer of mine but that of thou my breath pumps by strength in thine prayer. Here, today, thou long ago I heard you swear our souls allready weld in unity before the Trinity on the eve of mine Worlds Conception and on the birth of our young Love's Creation here, today, the heavens shall hear thou declare thine love, tenderness and guardianship of me. An oath of loyalty, strength and honor to serve and protect my quivering cup of life. That once my flower you pluck, I will be your divine liquer of life, exhaling back becoming mine breath of life. And here, the moment, I wait in suspense for your vow and promise... "F--- it" Excuse me? "F--- it?" and here, this moment I am again deflowered. The sip of nectar from your virginal bride is now the reckless shot glass that wrecked your life. In scores of of seventy years, I wonder still was it your choice or mine?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/26/2011 12:25:00 PM
Your amazing comments are an inspiration... You get all the meanings in my writes, and that my dear touches me .. thank you...luv Michael
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Date: 2/23/2011 2:34:00 PM
strong write form the heart, a true Poet that has her say.. I love it...luv Michael
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Date: 2/20/2011 9:38:00 AM
Hi Tara, I still like the poem, but Poetry Soup prohibits the use of profanity. If they see the poem, it could get you in trouble. I would suggest you change the wording in that one area, other than that it is a very moving poem. Best wishes, Carolyn
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Date: 2/19/2011 5:50:00 PM
very creative and interesting write with wit , tara
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Date: 2/19/2011 3:07:00 PM
Tara, this poem has a witty ending with a spiritually uplifting message. Thank you for sharing it. The Soup Convention was just a dream. We've never had a convention because our members are scattered worldwide. Love, Carolyn
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