"I, take you, to be my lawfully wedded lucky-wishbone,
my little baby, best-friend, and fellow bandit,
whom I solemnly swear
to love and to cherish,
from this day forward,
for better, and most especially worse,
to fill your heart full of hell yes
when that’s what you need most,
to kiss you so damn hard it starts a
hurricane on the other side of the earth.
Our love will be bare-knuckled,
bloodied, baby, brazen like a street brawl.
Our love will be a wildfire I’ll reignite
every morning at dawn. I
vow to stand by you, at your side
like a loaded sidearm slung to a brown leather gun-belt
and screw till death do us part, I would drag
myself through all seven hells to find you
then air-lift you out like it were nothin’
but some B-grade, two star, 90s action film.
But I digress–
I now commit myself to you,
the very same way a star might commit
to a constellation– I am but one
small strand of your collective brilliance,
but I promise to you now,
that has always been,
and will always be, enough.
Because you see, for me it’s not “I do”
for me it always was."
Every Shepard Tells His Tale Under the Hawthorn Tree