He says: “companionship.”
He says: “to spend more time with me.”
He says: “to grow old together.”
I ask the man: “Is that all?”
He questions: “Is that not enough?”
I respond: “No, it isn’t.”
I tell you: “I want you to be many things to me.”
“I want you to be a child again with me,
Laughing, carefree, enjoying the silliness of a moment.”
“I want you to be my helpmate
When I cannot shoulder the load alone.”
“I want you to be my protector,
As if my life means as much as your own.”
“I want you to be my cheerleader
When my hopes have been dashed once to often.
“But most of all,
I want you to be my best friend –
That is never, too, sleepy for a late night talk,
That friend that listens intently to my every fantasy,
That friend who judges me with fairness and loyalty.”
“That’s all!” I tell this man who wishes to share a life with me
“Are these trick questions?” he asks. “Is this some kind of test?”
“Yes, it is,” I tell him.
He becomes quiet.
His hand rests on his chin, as he mulls over his answer.
“Ok, fine!” he responds after a few minutes of deep thought.
“I can live with that. Yeah, that sounds like a good relationship to me.”
Finally, he turns smiling at me and asks: “Can you do the same?”
I place my arms around his neck and place a warm kiss on his supple mouth.
He smiles again and pulls me closer nestling my head against his shoulder.
“Absolutely,” I say, leading him by the hand from the room.
A conversational poem with a wonderful message. All the things that a good vow to one another should contain.
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I remember writing the vows for our marriage, approved by my eager bride. I guess we didn't remember them three years later when we parted. Perhaps I should have had you write our vows? ;-)
Ron