Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Where is the fault and what is the flaw?
if love unconditional remains,
where is the rapture from countless pains,
where is the ache that was meant to ease,
wherefore are the lips that ache to please?
why be human if letting go is divine?
why love if I am not yours as you aren’t mine?
if you show me your wet mouth
if you open it and speak
if you plant a seedy doubt
in this heart so strangely weak
then your mouth shall be taken
by this tongue that forgives time
and your heart will awaken
and beating shall become mine
I have taken you these fifteen years hence
To be whatever it is we have here:
A lover, spouse, friend, brother, recompense –
To have and hold so infinitely near.
I have taken you when poor and when rich,
Revelled in your health and embraced you sick,
I’ve ignored your eye, unravelled each glitch,
I have brought you love and I made it stick.
From that September, to this day forward,
I’ve taken your better, suffered your worse,
I’ve fought against despair; I’ve been your ward
And trekked through many a wish and a curse.
I persist to offer this ruined heart,
‘Til death doth, consenting, force it to part.
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