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Song of Espousal
The words came as gifts
from the land of proposal,
a voice of enchantment heard far, far, away
Wrapped in the promise
of a better tomorrow,
new bows made of letters untie and defray
Although undeserved but never unwanted,
in the vanishing darkness
feelings pledge with the dawn
As thoughts await marriage, the silence has ended,
a committed engagement
—betrothed in a song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Copyright ©
Kurt Philip Behm
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