A Vow Of Love Poem by Emory Duarte

I dare to love you until,
Our skin wrinkles in it´s daunting hours
When the world becomes your entirely
Until the phase ´´till death do us apart, ´´ becomes true
When I become yours and yours only
When the hand draw flower dies out slowly
When money finally grows on trees
When you see pigs flying in the sky
When I paint you on a canvas,
And you remain there until time
I dare to love you in ways I can
Until you are fully sick of me,
That it hurts to look even look at me
I am only yours and
Yours I will remain until I die