If I were to marry him, I’d be in jail for the rest of my life.

I’d never feel the sweet kiss of belonging,

Or the scent of intimate comfort’s conversation

Or the healing powers of a touch

Each of these would be locked in my heart,

And I’d be locked out of this Home forever. If I were to marry him. What I wish for

would not be available to me if I stayed

Oh, poor poor man! He is such a good man though. His heart of gold and his love for me surpass

every other man I’ve yet to know but somehow I feel I should wait a few years more. I dream of

a Specific Home and thus it shall be if I break from this man of mine to be:

I see people of my kin running and playing in my fields in the future

I see me and my husband whom I have yet to meet holding each other on a warm country porch swing

I see the sun setting gold on all of us and all that we’ve worked for

I believe in God and we believe in Love

Our family has blossomed from a tree of quintessential desire

One man and one woman in the throes of time

Discovering their Home for the first and last moment