His vow to me

Written by: tara jennings

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?