|Jeffery...I am extremely flattered that you found and posted that poem of mine here.
I wrote and read this piece at a friends wedding but what Jeff posted was the unfinish version. Here is the completed piece for your reading.
By Marilyn Harrison
I slip this ring upon your hand,
Unbroken circle, sacred band.
And with this ring I vow to you,
Forevermore, to you be true.
Through troubled times, when tempers flare,
Although I hope those will be rare.
Through all the times of painful woe,
I'll stand beside you-shield the blow.
In the times of joy and bliss,
I'll laugh with you and share a kiss.
I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll hold you tight, I'll be your rock.
I'll understand your funny ways,
I'll tolerate your witless days.
I'll love you true with all my heart,
And death, my love, is when we'll part.
As all the years fly quickly by,
A tarnished ring may catch your eye.
The circle still unbroken be,
Just as the vow I promised thee.
Though tarnish taints the surface shine,
It can not touch what lies behind.
The precious metal, symbol of,
My never ending, purest love.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shodows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face...
William Butler Yeats