The Groom
The beauty of fate
is what binds us together.
It sews you and I into the fabric,
well, what little is left, that makes
the remainder of our humanity.
You are the needle that weaves,
makes a single puncture
into my heart.
I have tasted the ambrosia
of a love that is both
blood-stained and saccharine.
I drank from the poison of romance.
It infatuates, completes a broken man,
for every man should have their bride.
I want to take the hand
with this power over me.
I will do the right thing,
and call you my wife.
My forever.
I will offer you my temple,
my lamb on the altar,
for we shall build our family
from passion's fire.
Give to me your love;
I will give you the world.
Allow us the chance to live, my Darling,
we are meant for one another
as soul mates; we are puzzle pieces.
Give to me what I deserve -
what we deserve...
Together.
I have longed for the perfect wife,
the one that fills a hollow soul.
Although a woman's work is never done,
this man's pursuit is never won.
Isn't that right,
my beloved whore?
Say "Yes", Dear.