As I stand at alter to marry poetry with heart, I see the guests arrive.
They are letters that dance upon dance floor of mind. They are the ones that bare presents of phases to scribe another poem, as marriage celebration continues.
Do you Star BG take the creative spark called love for better and worse? I do And do you Master Spark Vortex promise to continue to shower her with light? I do.
I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs S Vortex
May you create baby poems to be shared with visitors eyes who watch them grow.
May you be bounded inside passions where the pen will speak inside all experiences.
And may you live eternal with fire of love to anoint the Universe and celebrate life.
Just playing with the thought of getting married to my poetic self.