Vows

You are beauty in its purest form

And perhaps the most beautiful thing of all

Is knowing;

Knowing that your face will wrinkle,

Knowing that your memory will fade,

Knowing that your legs won't always carry you

Beside me,

Knowing that your hand won't always hold mine tightly,

Knowing that even now our time grows shorter,

Knowing that we are impossibly fragile.

Yet knowing all of this,

Choosing to know you until the end.

Choosing to spend all the time I have saved up

On us.

Choosing to find you.

Knowing I'll lose you.