There are certain things
you come to believe
when a man
puts a ring on your finger.

You breathe a sigh of relief,
because you believe that you will never
have to open your eyes on another lonely day.
You will never have to spend
another night with only the company of your own heart.
You believe that you are special,
and you feel special,
you feel chosen.

You say to yourself
'I can fill a place in his soul
that no one else can.
I am the key to his lock.
I am the other to his half.
We are made of the same clay.
There is no one else like me on this planet.
Only I will do.'
That is what he has said to you
when, by the light of the Christmas tree
he knelt down on his knees and said
'will you?'
and you say yes. And you think 'I will remember this moment
forever'.
And forever is how long he promised you.
To love and cherish.
To have and hold.
In sickness and health'
Forever.

You made it a point to add to your vows
'what God has joined
let no man rend asunder.'
that was important.

And then you find
that shady person who might
tear you apart
is the man who put the ring on your finger,
who made the promises,
who asked you
'will you?'.

03/02/2009

Posted on 03/02/2009
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