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 © Tara Jennings | Year Posted 2011
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