The common and continual mischiefs of the spirit of party are sufficient to make it the interest and duty of a wise people to discourage and restrain it. It serves… to distract the public councils and enfeeble the public administration. It agitates the community with ill-founded jealousies and false alarms, kindles the animosity of one part against another, foments occasionally riot and insurrection [and] opens the door to foreign influence and corruption….

— George Washington

But I Do

With words, sweet words—the currency of the day—
He tells how you’ve won his heart.
Giving roses, dozen roses—Earth’s love letters loaned—
He says he’ll always, ever be true.

And maybe,
By the swoons, the gasps, the thrills,
It’s justified.
The symbols are so sweet because of
What they signify.

But allow me to observe a few pertinent facts:
All but the mute can speak words of love to you.
‘most anyone with arms can place blossoms in your hands.
But is it not much easier to say than to be true?
How soon will his love’s flower falter
In the heat of life’s demands?

Ah, but not every guy,
In his heart of hearts,
Adores, loves, worships,
Thinks on, hopes for, dreams of,
Leads, follows, stands side by side with

No, it isn’t every man that
Lives his life for you.
But I do.
I do.






2 responses to “But I Do”

  1. Robyn Avatar

    Wow. If that doesn’t make a girl swoon, I don’t know what will…
    You most certainly have a gift, Josh! 🙂

  2. Tiffany B. Avatar
    Tiffany B.

    That is an amazing poem Josh. I never knew that you could write like that. It’s great.

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