A productive ceremony of all that is love and good,
Another duet sanctioned together in the name of the Lord,
Happiness is gauged by guests in their chairs with tears,
Success is garnered by being able to survive another year.

The blind three in the back know the truth all too well,
For they have been to hell and they know there is no peace,
If wisdom is gauged by years instead of experience,
Well than label me the hindrance and bite me with the blade.

The ink has run dry and our pen no longer works like it should,
This contract has been bled of all the times we tried,
Our love tested and gauged by things we can't control,
The time stamp labeled at an average of 1,826 days.

No one likes my love story littered with truth,
They won't read these pages riddled and loose,
My voice has been gauged by the failures of past,
And I'm always reminded of decisions that I regret.

loved this ending ...what a great poem

My voice has been gauged by the failures of past,
And I'm always reminded of decisions that I regret

^ouch, aren't we all...but hey there's always tomorrow, we can't be wrong all the time can we?....enjoyed this self reflection of you, me and everyone...nice

Even when it comes to a time we think no one is reading our life story at times one will be amazed of the audience they may have. When one closes their heart off and blocks the door is is hard for others to take a peak within. At times one must crack the door just a little to let those that are willing to get to know them slide in and read the pages of ones life...............

Great write, Fear.

May your days ahead be feeled with no-regrets and life smiled upon as justly lived,,wink,,
This was very cool,,,Thanks

Thanks for the compliments everyone.

Anytime.