What Me Marry

What, Me, Marry?

(Is marriage Scary?)

The proposition of a proposal
is not often realistic a disposal
yet considered of single import.
So singular, the union may abort..
and the question so then begged.
Or not split, but gladly legged,
despite the yes no maybe doubt.

But what's the question about?
Where's team spirit, or camping
with each other, not out vamping?
Where's souveniring.. to cherish
things that otherwise do perish?
Where's checking with one another,
to see that life does not smother?

So what... if all these wherefores
open all the other spiritual doors
into oneself and capacity to love?
Loving is a whole morality above
relating for oneself's own sake.
Giving is what one would, not take.

Single motives import a nothing
recurrent in one's own "nothing"
when life has dealt blindly.
But committed love is kindly,
being itself blind to fiction.

Another's ailment an infliction,
another's well-being your own;
another's feelings your tone.
Another's predicament your hurry,
another's concern before worry.

What other limits to growth exist
but that for ourselves we insist?
What other singular opportunity
opens a self towards eternity
more than sharing all reflection,
sublimating egos, in protection?

In marriage, oneself is second
as to real love one is beckoned.

One becoming two becomes one.
And by such equation all is won.

If limitless in truth, caring,
each for greater will be daring.
Gains are doubled, risks halved.
And some ill fate easily salved.

Two who dare in single intent
can feel no time is misspent.
They feel no senseless reeling,
can feel true ongoing feeling;
can feel home at the end of day;
and can wisely make time to play.

If another accepts a true me,
then I could sooner be free
in support and in all giving...
another's welfare my own living.

I would be knowing, as she,
growth, and unsurpassed glee.
She would be knowing, as I,
singular non-personality being.
Together, we would be seeing
all life is with love.

So, yes.

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