Sonnet to Amy

You were my first love;
faced the terrors with me.
Unable to avoid fates shove,
we now relish in not being free.

Horrors we were sure would come to pass
faded to nothingness as our love grew;
now grown to a love pure as Venetian glass,
with impish daughters who adore Pooh.

You give me your spirit - my heart your heart.
I give you my mind, body and soul;
being so tightly bound, we’d perish if apart;
no longer four pieces, but now a whole.

We bind the love of yours, mine and ours into powerful things;
Forever signified by the exchange of these rings.