With This Pen.... Poem by my Words my song

I pronounce words and i man and wife.

Not for the sake of this poem but before, during and after my life.

The Original WORD that spake my existence and placed in me the love for verse; calculated, articulated, sometimes rehearsed.

I never hesitate to dance with my linguistic mate as we gravitate
towards our common theme.

I am the sculptor of word infused schemes and she is the breath and soul in between.

Words, my eternal queen