If I Were to Marry

[Mara-wana]

If I Were to Marry

I'd place him on a pedestal
because he'd be my King
I've never accepted another
for him I'd wear his ring

Never would I fight with him
but I'd listen to what he'd say
most likely logic would play his part
understanding comes my way

There's no room for jealousy
where trust and love grow free
two hearts compatible to marry
see darkness for what it be

Secure hearts know the love within
that binds in strength and endures
small annoyances are overcome
with candlelight and sexual lures

The man I marry will be in love
with the love I show to him
surprise him with his favorite treat
champaign with the lights turned dim

light headedness and naked
bodies swaying to musical sounds
wet lips hungrily taste the passion
while roaming hands have no bounds

Marriage is sharing, caring, and loving
not about hating, deception, or lies
it's agreeing to disagree nicely
and about honoring marraige ties

It's a structured life-long endeavor
familiarity breeds contempt they say
when disrespect rears its ugly head
the love escapes away

It's better to be like the birds and flock off
and free the love which has died
for it will continue to haunt a lie
if you can't revive it as tried

Love is to be a two-way street
otherwise it's less than love
don't chase after rejection
one-sided is only one dove

I'd fill his heart with meaningful words
through his day his memory would carry
True love never ever dies
for the man if I were to marry

[Oceaxer]

The Poem's metrickal Regularity is imperfect.

[Mara-wana]

Don't care!

[Oceaxer]

You ought to care. All true Poetry hath proper metricikal Regularity. There are scarce any true Poets nowadays.

[Dan Rowden]

Oh, hello again, Donna. Dear girl, your stay is contingent upon you limiting your posts to that one poetry thread. A single instance of you beaching this condition will see you banned yet again.