My Vow – Poem By Bill Ivans


The rain will no longer mock us;
The cold night air will cease to
Stick her tongue out at our ignorance;
The dark clouds will resign fate from scorning our chastity;
The emotions we carry will break loose from the shackles of distance;
The veil that separates us from bodily touches
Would be torn into two equal halves.

For I’ll hold your hand and walk past our past
As we travel down the aisle;
For we’ll be bonded infinitely with an endless gold ring,
Cuddling arm in arm when thunderstorms roars afar;
We’ll discover hidden treasures from within our bodies,
Following the map that lies between your thighs;
We’ll ply the route to heaven to and fro endless times;
We’ll flow with the weather and adore the drops of the rain.

Someday antecedents will no longer mock us…
We’ll conquer all, and glide free in love skies



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