I am not an Incarnate of the past,

no extraordinary legends frolic upon my grasp;

Epic memories do not inflame my vision,

I wield no ancient blade of excision,

nor do I seem to hold inherited prominence....

Yet, I do bare an extremity of common-sense;

I do hold two adoring hearts in bliss,

one of mine, and one of his;

An exchange of rings entwines us to be as one soul,

I take thee, all as you are,

my bright-lit star,

as I give you myself.... love,

and

whole.