I am Yours

about my fealty
under moist,
tender places --
those that have
endured far too much
for any one soul --
and a fire that I never
threatens to scar
what I hold so dear;
a foolish poke of fun,
now can make undone
all the centuries
that we have won?

no, I pray, let ruin
not come to stay,
let me again pledge,
all that I am,
to Your Love
and Your Honor;

that she is part of my
history cannot be denied;
but that love was long ago
lost, if it ever really was:
it is now a forgotten mystery;

unto You, I promise anew,
all of me:
I am Yours.

January 18, 2010, for the Wifey.

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