The Vow Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

The test of the vow comes,
In the latter, not the former.
For better, richer and in health are all easy.
For worse, for poorer and in sickness,
Is the true test.
Love, honor & cherish?
Myself, or the one?
To whom was the vow made?
To the one in front of God,
Or to God in front of the one?
Love will never be complete,
If we do not finish what we started.
We fall in and out of love.
Love, as a feeling.
Does the one pick you up when you fall?
To carry you through,
As was promised in the first place.
Like innocence and guilt,
Love must also be proven true.
Not by words, decision or mind.
All can be changed.
But by spirit, patience and conviction.
All enduring to the end.
The end of ourselves in the spiritual.
What we choose to live by.
What we choose to uphold.
Was really the promise we made at the start.
It is really the test of another.
That proves the test of our love,
To the one that created it.
Which is what proves us to be true.