Gold band

Your gold banded finger caresses the sun dried grasses, lurching towards hither or tither with the kissing breeze.

Thy scented feline mane akin with thy sister lioness, crushing and banishing what little love I had shown to others
to the realms of meaningless.

For there has existed nowt in my past to compare to thee,nowt in this present to dare me to neglect thee
for I am consumed by this love that hates me,my stricken soul implodes soft within me.

The Munro crag shall recite my tale ,to the listening traveler off the beaten trail, who will take heed of the heavens wrath,the pitiful pitches and the sirens laugh. Then he will sense the sorry mans steps he ath tread, and right himself for the perilous trek ahead, for betwixt thee and me it is read, there is nothing.

Thy band of gold doth gleam,mesmerizing my once sound judgment,ushering me into the back door of it's calling,
to kneel beside thee at it's alter were so many have failed.

We except our lot,the load we must carry through life,for we shall shoulder it firm now  husband and wife,till death do us part ,part we never shall, your golden band, " lass" it suits thee well.

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