A Wedding At Solstice

Sorry boys and girls... but I couldn't pass this up. I was looking around in my desk for something work related, when I stumbled across this poem I wrote. I used it as my vows, something I told her the day we got married... I have to post this...

Winter's heart beats it's slowest during the solstice,
It's a promise of the coming of summer.
At this time of winter's death and the slow rebirth of summer,
We have chosen this moment as the mark of our union.

We walk forward amidst the death throes of a season,
To celebrate the birth of a marriage.
And as the cold of winter falls to the warmth of summer,
Our former lives fall to the beauty of this joining.

I wanted you to know, Leslie, my heart, that this bond is more than a ritual,
This is my eternal promise to you, my vow, the sworn path of my heart,
That as each day dawns, I will hold you dearest above all,
I will treasure you as the wife of my heart, my soul-mate.

And I wanted you also to know, that at every moment you will walk with me,
Whether in my thoughts, or my dreams, or on a simple breath.
And I will strive to show you the honor, respect, trust, and love,
That befits you, and the woman that you have made yourself to be.

This journey that we begin today, will test more than our resolve and our faith,
Even our hearts will undergo this trial of love, this journey of joy.
But I want you to know that I believe we are capable of succeeding,
That through what we share, the bond we have, we will find our happiness.

We will create a true path of love, yet unlike those who have gone before us,
We will not walk my love,
on our path of love,
we will dance.

My heart

This is what it looks like. Unconditional love?
It has the look of beauty about it, but it doesn't work.
Not if you care about yourself.
Love has to be two way, or else it is just bondage, and sickness.

My dream was this marriage to her, and that dream was shattered along with my heart. I am fighting a tear or two as I write this, but I still have to say. I am happy. There are memories I get to choose from at this crossroads of my life. Do I remember the bad things about our marriage? Or the good? I choose to learn from the bad and let them go... and hold on to and treasure the good.

We had such potential...
sigh