Navigation
Search
Statistics
Indexing 133 poems
Registered users: 75
Registered users: 75
The Gift
I feel your breath upon me
Your breathing is in sync with mine.
We have promised to love each other
In sickness and in health, poor or with wealth.
Two hearts sharing this treasure of love.
Two people who have promised to become one
Two hearts entwined with one another.
A gift more precious than gold or silver
A gift meant for two, bonded together
A gift that is to be cherished and honored
This gift is not to be bought or sold
This gift is…
Marriage.
© Eve Hall 2009
www.evehall.com
Date added 2009-12-28 | Poem Views 348
Advertisements
