A hard-edge helium balloon,

Home alone, flying soon.

Independent at eighteen,

A no crown queen.

I’m at the precipice,

Tolerable by the wind.

A shriek panic,

A ponder mistake.

 

I love being a lone spirit,

But that does not mean I hate love.

I can fly alone like a dove,

And still wish forevermore,

A great love isn’t a trap door.

A keen spirit can be a gift,

A partner-like heaven.

Coequal, something even.

 

I am a hard-edge helium balloon,

Can fly high with you soon.

Independent companion,

A parallel that meet,

Serendipity, a fun circumstance

I’ll take a chance for you.

Hand on hand,

In union.

 

Text Prompt :

write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife.

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