Marriage is a Commitment

My husband and I have been married for 2 years and 7 months.

I wouldn’t live this life with anyone else, because I know God affixed our soul-mated hearts.

I’ve noticed the naive notion, “A marriage certificate is just a piece of paper”. Ah, but tis’ a simpleton sample of scarcity in meaning.

Marriage is not just a piece of paper. It’s a spiritual document that binds two souls together. It’s commitment and dreams of two hearts that become one beat.

That piece of paper is charcoaled with the artistry of rocks that intensify the life-trail.

That piece of paper is also drawn with peaceful lulls between dips and waterfalls.

That certificate is also colored with coffee that steams with conversation of God and life. Souls sip as time sits. Then, both look upon wrinkled faces with loving eyed embraces.

The marriage certificate is strongly shaded with hardships, laughing bouts, passion, peace, cries, and a few shouts.

A marriage certificate is not just a piece of paper. It’s a document that is artistically bounded with promise and unconditional love. It is then protected with red wax that seals a pledge of a love-pact.

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