Marriage, a painted veil,
hidden behind fabric.
Don’t love me for the sake of loving
Don’t love me for martyrdom or a helping hand
Don’t love me because it is expected.
But if you love me because you like me
Just the way I am
And the world looks kinder and truer
Because you find your child-self in my eyes
And you can forgive yourself, steadfast
And you can dare to bare the incredible light of your being.
Then show me the beauty of your face.
By Mai Brehaut