He sweeps the kitchen floor and curls the dust
Into the air with every swinging beat.
He does it knowing he will soon repeat
The actions, that it never will be just
This one time for this one person, this one
Time that they have together, which unites
This work with happiness and decorates
Him with the peace of her fair presence, won
Through perseverance. His unhoped-for present
For her sits on the table. It’s a silver
Promise that he will, all his life, deliver
All that this ring will ever mean, agreement
That they will join together and adorn
Their lives with just the other, be reborn.