Comrade

I care not for Marriage but I have time for Love.

One’s a corseting of duty; the other easy as a glove.

Marriage is a contract & Love’s a natural force.

One can be so draining & one a power source.

Marriage can be beauty, if partners wed that day.

But I prefer the falling & the being swept away.

Contracts can be sensible & sense in droves I’ve got.

I’ll not reduce ineffable Love to signing on the dot.

Yet grant me a Comrade in Love, permit a fit for me.

If equal we commit our Lives, I’ll say “I do” to thee.