Declarations of love are a staple in fiction and they vary enormously according to author, audience, characters and situation. We mostly think of such effusions as romantic. We hope they're truthful, and we hope (usually) that they'll be made and received in a positive manner. Love's not always romantic though, so not all the declarations in this sub-set will be between romantic partners. This one is from one half of a long-married couple.
Let me not be kissing clay
When I touch your feet
And when I take your hand
Do let it be cold as spring—
I wear your ring
But—
Let me not be disappointed
When
I look at you
With
open eyes
At
chilling three a.m.
And
sleep again.
May
you not regret your vow
When
you lie with me.
When
you see my skin unclad
May
you know the truth and yet—
Not
in regret
So—
May
you never feel short-changed
When
you’re holding me
In
later years
As
lines are etched in age
On
my skin’s page.
Let
us never turn aside
As
we wander on,
Though
grey and glasses come—
When
we climb the winding hill
Be
loving still
And—
Let
us keep the words alive
When
we speak aloud
And
kisses keep
Our
currency for life
As
man and wife.
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