Holding tight with gentle hands This tenuous manifestation Like a baby bird, wings not quite firm I protect our new union.

I wear your ring, a prize of sorts Not quite as binding as I had thought We test the bond, but not too much Still tying the chords to make us strong.

You are strange to me, your face and form Your deeds and thoughts and baggage Friends and family cannot quite see What makes you worthy of having me.

But for me, I enjoy your full focus Not clingingly at all We reach out to hold, squeeze, caress For us, this is heavenly blessed.

Thank you. For the passion and seeing into my soul For being a keeper of my memories before we grow old.

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