to think of VOWs.
Is there a need,
for man to lock
into a tiny vault
a pledge of words,
made up through time
and silly-putty weed?
I do advise to stall,
to hesitate, unsure
unless you feel the love
so raw, so wild and pure.
And if you do, my dear,
may I suggest
you holding hands and say
what will be best.

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