Budding Together [Poetry]

A Profession of Love

This poem was written in collaboration with @peekaachuu

Needless to ask,
'Do you take her as your lawfully wedded wife?'
These type of vows made in front of the priest,
are broken by many who repented of love,
But I am an unrepentant soul,
Whose love never grow cold,
And if I say I do, I do till death.

My heart he found, on a stormy night,
My trust he earned on my darkest days,
So on this day, before God and man,
I give my heart to him,
Who found it when it was lost.

I make this promise, therefore, to you,
The sun above us, our witness,
The earth below, our observer:
For your heart you've given to me,
I'll cherish more than precious rubbies.

For with all that I have,
Will I love you.
As the sun shines,
I will brighten your gloomy days
And be a light to your dark.
This is my solemn promise.

I receive with open heart these vows of yours,
Your profession of love, I openly receive,
I beg it be not retrieved,
For if at any time, you fail in your part,
The bullet to the mark will be slower than my death.

Till death do us part,
Is the oath binding my vows,
And until death takes me,
These vows I dare not take back,
Nor will I be the death of you.
I will be yours, if you will be mine forever.

Till death do us part it is then?
Till death do us part.

© peekaachuu and euphoriawrites