A vow. A lifetime away.
A binding oath, was said.
A lifetime — away, was vowed
An oath did bind a life.
And suffering and sacrifice.
Libations of blood, and sweat.
Serving. Giving. All that was had.
And the mere mortal body to wild animals on need.
To love, whether of a feeling or not.
To give, with nothing left,
To give of bone and marrow,
When only eternity was left.
To respect, even when not loved,
To love, though met with grave disrespect.
And to give, and give, and give, and give.
Even to no respect. No love. No smile.
An oath, binding on the marrow of the bone.
On the flesh of the heart.
On the elasticity of the stomach.
A vow of sickness and health. No real escape, but death. Binding, always, impossible to be unsaid.
A vow. A lifetime away.
A binding oath, was said.
A lifetime — away, was vowed
An oath did bind a life.
An oath will bind a life.
It ought to bind a life.
For words are sacred. Your word, more so.
And a yes must always mean yes.
Even unto death.
Vows that cannot be unset.
A yes must always mean but yes.
And yes. And yes. And yes. And yes.
A sacred oath must never be unsaid.
Vows entwined — prose by Marc Evan Aupiais
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