With this ring, this golden thing,
I take you for my wife.
I promise you that I’ll be true.
Through all the years of life.
A circle makes, without a break,
This promise round your heart
It has no end, no final bend,
And never has a start.
The same is true of me and you:
We’re spirits made above.
We knew, we met, when time was yet
Unknown, but yet we loved.
And when we fail, and pass that veil,
Our love will still exist.
As man and wife, eternal life,
We’ll enter with a kiss.
©️ 2022 John Markham
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John Markham
I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.
My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.
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