No priest, no ring, no sacred house.
But when you stayed through storms I found—
We made our oaths without a sound.
No lines rehearsed, no papers signed,
Just years of being kind and kind.
Of holding tight when hearts were drowned—
That’s how our love was truly bound.
And now when others ask us how,
We simply nod and show them now.
For realest love the world has found—
Is made through oaths without a sound.
— The PastLife]]>