So Ryan says, “Your eyes light up my nights
and days like moons and stars in the sky.
I knew right from the start you’re Mister Right;
your gravity holds me in your orbit, no lie.”
And Rob replies, “Your love warms my soul;
you raise me with your humor as yeast does bread.
It’s only when I’m with you that I’m whole;
the joy you give me’s gone right to my head.”
And both together: “In happiness or in times of trouble,
when we make love, even when we argue,
in health or sickness, when everything turns to rubble
or when dreams come, I love you.”
Surely in a just world it’s miscarriage
if these two men can’t be united in marriage.
T. Allen Culpepper