Through sickness,
and in health,
I always loved you.
I might not have been,
the perfect husband,
but I always loved you.
I loved you,
the best way I knew how.
When you were sick,
and spent five days,
in the emergency room,
I was there every day.
I stayed there,
from morning until evening.
I would hold your hand for hours.
I would kiss your wrist.
When you were in,
intensive care,
it was I who brought you food.
When we arrived,
back at your parents place,
I carried you inside to your room,
because you were to weak.
Now I roll my eyes and sigh,
because now I try to forget you.
I try to pretend,
that I was not married to you,
and no matter how I try,
I cannot forget.
I tell myself,
that I do not love you anymore,
and I do.
I try my hardest,
to put you out of my mind,
and I can\'t.
Maybe it is because,
I take vows to mean something serious.
I mean them from my heart.
I do not know.
If I marry again,
I will again, mean every vow I take,
and yet you will always take up,
the tiniest piece of my heart.