A Poetic Vow

The ring upon my finger 
And the sweat upon my brow
A perfume around me sweetly lingers
As I take my solemn vows. 
The jewel upon her hand
Has since left me with a feeling, grand
And now I am well endowed. 
And my love, who loves me fair,
Looked as the angels with golden hair
Had found her purpose being there
And my heart is delighted now. 
While a feeling came o'er me 
As she spoke these sacred vows
Such desire burned within me
Our love, is like a fire now. 
Love! From love I could not be shaken 
God forbid I'm lost in dreams,
And if so I will not waken! 
Lest sadness over me be taken 
And these vows would be forsaken 
Then in truth I would be dying now.