Oceans 993

In the recesses, in the farthest corners

there are memories of you, of us

the places we’ve been

walking with flowers

the quiet moments,

candlelight dinners,

holding your hand.

But most importantly

I remember the one day,

your hands were in mine

I slipped the ring on your finger

swearing my allegiance,

like a knight to his queen, but even more.

I’m not perfect, but I will always

remember the wonderful gift

of who you are

of who we are,

so that I can be

the man you deserve.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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