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,
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.”