(20 minute poetry)

A wedding band and
I
say,
'I do'

Blue sapphire,
the fire that lights on me,
diamonds that cluster,
must a
man always
make the first move?

I do and I will until death stills this heart.

A speech they beseech,
I defer to her,
'I will and I do',
she says it too.

Every height that we scale, every ocean we sail, every time that we touch means much more than so much.

Emerald and ruby, tin, silver and do we remember how long ago each anniversary was?

The band stays and plays on,
we still thrill to the music we make.

First moves are for amateurs and novices,
tortoises, though,
often win the race.