Kate Brossman

Rookie - 3 Points (December 13,1995 / Mesa, Arizona)

Till Death Do Us Part... - Poem by Kate Brossman

Ah, Yes...
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Such a depressing thing,
As one could lose their life by tomorrow.
I could write a thousand and one love letters,
And promise you the moon and stars.
But what would a promise do,
If death tore us apart?
So instead, take this ring.
And promise me you hand.
I do love you more than life itself,
Which for you: in front of a bullet I would stand.
Love is not written on stone,
For stone can be erased, broken.
Nor is it inscribed on paper,
for paper can be ripped and stolen.
It is engraved into a heart.
Where it shall forever stay,
Till death do us part...

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem to the love of my life, whom I've known for almost three years.
He is amazing and wonderful in every single way.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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