
My Vow to You
Kneeling down before you now
On carpets made of silk
I travel to a land I know
Where tears flow slow like milk
A line before me has been drawn
By wheels inside my head
Like flowers put before a throne
Where candles burn instead
Through the candlelight I see
A living, breathing man
And reaching out I do recall
A quickly as I can
That you are mine and I am yours
It’s not too late to see
That my heart is reaching out
Touching you tenderly
And so I ask you now my dear
If you will be my king
And with this vow I do present
A perfect wedding ring.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
Never enough love poems!
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Verynice, love the way you used the words
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Thank you!
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Just wow!
“Where tears flow slow like milk” my favorite line
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Thanks!
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