Matrimony

My dear, I give my heart to you.
What is old becomes new.
Undying trust with love.
We fit tighter than OJ’s glove.
Old hurt becomes new joy,
Hidden feelings and acting coy.
Overcome you old fears,
And wipe away old tears.
Long work hours,
Followed by hot showers.
What you feel is real,
Just like a home cooked meal.
You can longer hide from what’s true,
In spiritual matrimony with you.