“In sickness and health,
till death do us part.”
The sweetest curse of them all;
not what occurs to your minds,
a bond beyond the galaxies,
beyond the rings, papers & facilities.
Not the matters of the heart,
the matter of the spiritual worlds connecting;
singing to the melodies
of two souls entwining
their stories -
to a carpet of twinkling stars.
There, their bleeding scars -
they healed,
in sickness and health,
around the 13 moons
of friendship they smiled.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
“In sickness and health,
till death do us part.”
The sweetest curse of them all;
not what occurs to your minds,
a bond beyond the galaxies,
beyond the rings, papers & facilities.
Not the matters of the heart,
the matter of the spiritual worlds connecting;
singing to the melodies
of two souls entwining
their stories -
to a carpet of twinkling stars.
There, their bleeding scars -
they healed,
in sickness and health,
around the 13 moons
of friendship they smiled.
