I discovered my vows in the bottom of a box
Scribbled, smooth as silk….yellow, red, purple…
of love and such.
With tannery hands,
I brushed away the
I gently blew away the dust.
Endearment’s endeavors had been so young…way back when.
Impasse coupled with miracles…a constant friend.
Years of having worn my heart on my sleeve…lavished me in self proclaimed, misery.
It is only now, by virtue of, love’s vows…
I see the greatest gift of all.
‘You have taught me to take life less seriously.’