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Symbols of love

As the day grows near, I wonder Is it really happening? Long we have planned, Had items made To be carried as symbols of love. How will it feel To have the cool leather around the neck? To wear the ring as its symbol always? I can’t quite imagine, Or understand, How the moment will be. A meaning so deep Hidden within leather and metal, How can items carry so much? I humbly and respectfully Think of the moment I get to wear the signs of our union. I am already His, Body, heart and soul. Why does a collar matter? Maybe it does, Maybe it doesn’t, But somehow it feels big anyhow. It won’t change us, Who we are Or what we mean to each other. Yet it is a sign to the world, I belong to someone And a constant reminder to myself; I am never alone, I am loved, I am home.