Handfasting

I’m not so romantic

In the usual way

I rarely buy flowers

Never know what to say

The things that I do

So often conceal

The love and the joy

That I yearn to reveal

 

Is it better than worse

Or more sickness than health?

Through richer—through poorer

We still have great wealth

When we are together

Sharing the light

Our souls intertwine

Like two white doves in flight

 

Yet here we are

At the edge of this cliff

Is that a curse

Or is it a gift?

Will we leap forward

With eyes open wide?

Or will we back blindly

Consumed by our pride?

 

I cannot be married

One day at a time

And you can’t commit

‘Til the end of the line

If we meet in the middle

Is that compromise?

Give a year and a day

We might be surprised

 

So look in my eyes

Pledge me your vow

I’ll promise to dwell

In the here and the now

Bind your hand to mine

With soft cord of free will

We shall sever the knot

Should our love prove not real

 

 

Thomas Hubbard (2/8/2006)

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