I love this piece of poetry,
New Vows.
From this day forth to unhold,
to see the nothing in ringed gold,
uncare for you when you are old.
New vows you make me swear to keep-
not ever wake with you, or sleep,
or your body with my own worship;
This living hand slipped from your glove,
These lips sip never from our loving cup,
I may not cherish, kiss; unhave, unlove...
And all my worthless worldly goods to unendow...
And who here present upon whom I call...
Carol Ann Duffy
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