our hands bound together by red strings: will you hear the wedding bells ring?

must you ask me a question before i take this pledge? i already know what belies me. there is a running stream that i will sit besides and lay a blanket by its bed, and i will take her hand and cease to yearn. the end all, be all: shall it be lovelier than what i’ve heard? i have loved fiercely without restraint, and that is, perhaps, what makes me unforgivable. there is a house on a hill; i’ve decorated it in my own liking from inside to out, but i would be amiss to say that i did not decorate the kitchen countertops with peonies in the image of us, for i did, as i always do, in the image of us. should i wake up in the morning and be greeted by sun-streaks kissing my cheeks through our blinds, accompanied by your arms around me? as they never say: hate the sinner, not the sin. promise to place a gentle kiss to my closed eyelids when the stars remind me that i cannot be loved for the way i was born. there is a cockatoo in a cage that was mailed to us: do you think it was fate, or an even more dastardly force, a bumbling honeybee? i imagine there is a polaroid of us holding hands on my work desk that i decorated with smell stickers to please you. do you remember when you first held sugary sweets to my lips, or was it a mirage i imagined in my longing? i dream of prose spent together. i am no longer alone. so keep me close to your chest: i am yours, a whistling waterfall tamed into a wife. i take this pledge for you.