By: Steve Bolin

Through eons of time, across the vast distance of space,
Past galaxies and planets where only light beams can race,
From the edge of the universe to the dimensions of thought,
Nothing can compare with the love that you’ve brought.

Of all the worldly things I’ve had in my life,
The greatest of all is to make you my wife.

So for better or for worse, in sickness or in health,
In good times or in bad times, in poverty or wealth,
To protect and to comfort, to trust and obey,
To love and to cherish until my dying day.

These vows I now have spoken, there’s just one thing to be said:
“My sweet and precious angel, with this ring, I thee wed.”

About the Author

With the exception of a four-year hitch in the U.S. Navy, Steve has been a lifelong resident of Indiana. He has more than 40 publishing credits, including co-authoring Black Rising, an epic fantasy novel. He plans to assemble his short stories of dark fantasy and weird tales into an anthology.
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