<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brigidaire General Speaks At The Wedding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the retired general speaks<br>at the wedding<br>in an open garden, about marriage, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that one must marry for love<br>and no other<br>because when love is gone<br>then everything is gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i look at my wife waiting for her turn<br>to speak<br>and i am thinking: what if love is gone? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what if love flies out of the window like a black bird<br>tired of its nest wanting to go and find another island<br>a new breeding ground<br>a direction for another migration<br>away from a very cold season<br>towards a warmer ground? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i think, one marries more than love, <br>one makes a promise<br>for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, <br>in sickness and in health</div><div style="margin:10px 0">till death do us part: one marries not just for love<br>but for a promise, <br>for marriage is more than that, it is more than a contract, <br>it is a covenant, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that we who love, that we sometime <br>when we fall out of love<br>looks at the covenant and<br>abides by what is found there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that we live together, that we are one, and only death can separate us.<br>the assumption is: love sometimes burns itself, and is consumed<br>like our bodies that rot, like our bones that turn to dust, <br>like the life that dies, that the mind that shuts down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i think, i am falling out of love, i think, <br>i must abide by the covenant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after the General has spoken<br>i shake his hand, and make a nod, <br>i admit, i still have more to say, <br>but it shall be my wife who must say it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she signed the covenant too<br>inside our heart, our souls know it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493894" data-title="The Brigidaire General Speaks At The Wedding de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the retired general speaks at the wedding in an open garden, about marriage, that one must marry for love and no other because when love is gone then everything is gone i look at my wife waiting for her turn to speak and i am thinking: what if ..."></div> </div> </div>

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