We pledge to each other to be loving friends and partners as long as we live.
To talk and to listen, to trust and appreciate one another; to respect and cherish each other’s uniqueness; and to support, comfort and strengthen each other through life’s joys and sorrows. We promise to share hopes, thoughts and dreams as we build our lives together.
May our lives be ever intertwined, our love keeping us together. We will build a home that is compassionate to all, full of respect and honor for others and each other. May our home be forever filled with peace, happiness and love.
July, a Season of Remembrance,
Shy, Tinder for Acquaintance,
For Love, an Endless Search,
Hearts of Happiness or Hurts,
As the days go On,
The Crimson beauty of the Dawn,
Lo! And behold, the day of Certainty,
The Day which comes to Thirty,
We met and Smiled,
Held hands for trail,
Yet, no error exist,
But Shared Bliss,
Fate could never deny the Love we Share,
Upon sight, the Love Deemed Declared,
For our Eyes said it All,
Like the lovely Autumn Fall,
Life Nor Death shall take me Away,
My Dear Daisy, what can one Say,
The Beauteous Woman Ever to walk the Earth,
I thank the Gods For Her Happiest of Birth!
D - earest of them All,
A - ngel of no Doubt,
N - earest to the Heart,
I - nstill with a Part,
E - verlasting Autumn Fall,
L - eering from the South,
L - ooming like a Dart,
E - nchanting from the Start.
For the weary Hearts,
The stranded Arrows,
Flew with Purpose,
With Landed Sorrows.
Tears, what was of intended Joy,
Fears, what is of Unknown Ploys,
From where they Came,
None whom Dare to Say,
Lest of Dome,
Forsake the weary Strays.
The Arrows of Demise,
In which the End Portends,
In Hope of Happiness shall Present!
I could only ever do my Best,
Nothing More, Nothing Less,
From where I began,
My life aims a wondrous Span.
Questions around, with endless Desire,
Answers abound, with endless Retire,
Thoughts and Notions, encompassing the Ideal,
Fraughts and Motions, the Ideal with no Appeal.
Nonetheless, we strive for Success,
In Hopes for the Best,
Never Alone will we perceive to Rest,
For the dying behold our eternal Distress.
Yet, we clamor within our Breast,
In search for the meaning that is Left,
Could it ever be Grasped within our Mind,
Or, forever Clasped by human Pine.
Relentless pursuit of Admiration,
Continual repute of Self-Revelation,
Dying need of overall Acceptance,
Behold the end of true Negligence.
For, we stand as Undeniably Alone,
A world of Chaotic Thrown’s,
Consistently seeking the Unknown,
To never ever Truly be Alone.
This is a Poem,
A Journey With No End,
For it shall ever Extend,
With unlimited Bounds as Egos Pretend.
To be continued…
The meaning of life? There’s none.
For life extends to more than one,
Each life pertains to one,
And all remains undone,
Until the life remove forever,
One can never endeavor.
Any notion other from thy lost,
Means nothing but adrift thoughts,
For the meaning lies of thy dead,
Thy word of dead can never be said.
To dare to hear the dead,
Life must forfeit instead.
Could one ever cease to exist?
Life with endless seeking,
The mind ruminates with remiss,
The wandering life with no meaning.
To a special person whom meant dearest to me, still does, and forever always.
From the beginning Alone,
As Days go On,
A Wondering Stone,
Near Waveless Pond.
The Sun Rises and Sets,
It’s Gleam with Hope,
It’s Partner the Moon,
Together they Cope.
For the Stone, Alone,
No Partner insight,
But Waveless Pond,
His Hope yet searches with Might.
Glorious Day with Beauty,
Afar, another Stone Beyond,
Could it be,
An Angel from the Pond?
With Smiles it Approaches,
Lying down near the Stone,
With Endless Happiness,
To Never Again Be Alone.
As Days go On,
Two Stones Abreast,
No Mere Content,
But Pure Happiness.
Sun Rises with Adulation-Envy,
Her Moon Reconciles-Frenzy,
Two Stones oblivious with Love,
Ripples in the Pond Set by a Dove.
As the Pond Ebbs Endlessly,
As so the Love of the Two Stones,
Love they Share to others Unknown.
Flower commence with sprout,
Elegant future with perfection,
Detest of internal subjection,
Omniscience of inward aspects,
The glorious sun of negligence,
Utilization with affluent prose
Absence of bright acceptance
The drought with contemptuous persecution,
The flower holds relentless concealment,
Without subsistence detected,
The flower of confinement,
Yielding yawning years,
Withering without recognition,
Sturdy separate stems,
Persevere hindsight of indiscretion,
Fain flourishing floret,
Martyr mourning misery,
Posy tenacious quintessence.
No more shall I implore
My father, God, when I mourn
However, smile when dusk
My father guides me dawn
I beseech no more
Await him in morn
So my heart may trust
Without further scorn
Follow none but my soul
It’s my passage and whole
Spend my life helping strays
May God acknowledge my prays.