Love was the easy choice
she was my favorite princess
in all of my fairytales
happiness flowed in each breath
marriage was a much tougher decision
I was promised the crown of felicity
as long as I never removed it
from my head
how would I sleep
no matter how high my spirits
I would become exhausted
pleasure would become a delusionary curse
I saved my knee for another
offering my own vow
the vacillation of my heart
in the form of a band
that could flutter freely
just as I did
kneeling to hand her
the promise of a new
unconditional felicity