June Two-Oh-One-Three

Weddings will come…
Weddings will go…
Weddings have passed by me
Last June two-oh-one-three.

The veil has been lifted.
Nothing more to conceal.
Everything to reveal,
Shady mask to peel.

My flaws laid bare…
Exposed to mingle with your air.
Breathe in, if you dare.
I’ve given all to your care.

My foibles are toxic.
They may ruin your crown…
They may poison your being…
They may cause you to frown.

We vowed, “For better or for worse…”
But there’s more to words and promising…
There’s working, then sweating for fuel
To keep the fire burning.

I may be tempted once in a while
To claim the unclaimed freedom.
But for love’s sake that is beyond feeling,
A choice I made to love without much demanding.

When the veil was lifted,
My eyes finally did see,
The sharp clarity of certain things and reality,
That includes you and me and sundry…

It will take a conscious effort
To hold on tightly to keep you,
For you’re more than a romantic challenge
Not that which was conquered becomes useless.

NO.

You may lose your vigor, virility, and vitality,
But you’re more to me than a passing fancy.
I will not trade you for freedom…
Or any earthly wisdom…

Weddings will come…
Weddings will go…
Glad it came my way
And appointed you to stay.

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