Vows- poem

I take thee in lust and loss,

anger and fear, punches

and wall, domestic war and peace,

quiet room and torrid lake,

salt and tower of hopes,

to row an iron boat and bridge

our differences, in stubborness

and hearts of glass, late summers

and early hours, weeping willows

and alchemists’ love,

till death or rather

a minor incident

do us part.

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