Matrimony

A golden band!
A golden band!
How I long to wear you
on my left hand,
upon my third finger
you would fit,
but to fall in love
is a prerequisite
and what a shame
that you could not linger
alike the words of
some old sinner,
buried deeply,
reverentially,
casting a light upon all I see.
Without the golden band
I am not complete:
a man in half,
ergo; only half as wise,
half as happy
and only half my size.
Make me bigger!
Make me a man!
Won't you place that ring
upon my hand and
proffer your love, eternally,
enveloping I, as an
island's seas.