Til Death Do Us Part
What's love got to do with it? Everything.
In the murmur of a dim-lit church,
where incense clings to ancient prayers,
we stood, crowned in glory,
vowing in anxious whispers
that stirred the flames of our candles.
.
Our love, wrapped in the ivory lace of optimism,
promising forever in every beat of the heart,
sealed with the twist of our golden bands,
soft as that first marital kiss,
fragile as the rose petals carpeting the aisle.
.
The years rolled by like verdant hills
With its ups and downs —
bright days bathed in pure sunlight,
nights when tears poured like rain,
but rich and bountiful beneath it all.
.
We danced in kitchens, barefoot,
to the rhythm of our laughter,
and in twilight’s hush,
we spoke a silent language
learned through gentle brush of fingertips.
.
With each wrinkle and silver strand,
our bond deepened and grew,
etched like the well-worn palms,
of our clasped, but aging hands.
All reflected in our still twinkling eyes.
.
When that final dusk claimed you,
sorrow could not rob me of your beauty,
for in the stillness of your ending hours,
I heard the words echo, “til death do us part”
—a promise kept.
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Randy Baker
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Damn Randy, you made ole ROCK cry. This sums up good love and a lifetime with ferocious sensitivity. Congratulations! More please!
Congrats on Top Story!
I loved dancing barefoot in the kitchen...perhaps the most beautiful and intimate thing I've read in some time!
Such a beautiful poem! Nicely done and congrats on Top Story, well deserved!
A wonderful poem beautiful written. Great job~ ^^
"Til Death Do Us Part" is an emotional tribute to the path of a lifelong relationship, capturing a couple's everlasting love and commitment. It must be a top story, congratulations on well deserve title of TS.
nice
I love it!
Nice and relatable. Congratulations on top story!
My, my, MY!!! That is one beautiFULL poem Randy! I enjoy the simple pure lines of truth from what seems like a bygone era. Congratulations on this poem being featured!
Stirring stuff and heartfelt. Beautifully written and congratulations on a deserved TS Randy
‘etched like the well-worn palms, of our clasped, but aging hands.’ This line reached out to me. Wow , so many wonderful lines that make this piece brilliant Congratulations
Very emotional and very relatable piece great job
Very well-written and great imagery!
learned through gentle brush of fingertips. What a beautiful line. Congratulations on Top story for such a wonderful poem
Lucious lines, Randy. I applaud: "wrapped in the ivory lace of optimism". So profound and deceptively simple. Lays it all bare. Love it.
This is stunningly beautiful! I got a little teary at the last stanza. Grounded in such clear particulars and soaring in its sentiment! Loved it!
Subtle yet powerful. You did a great job with this Randy. I love the language and the format. Excellent work!
You've made this death beautiful by framing it in its life.
Aww this is such a sweet magnificent poem!! ❤️❤️