ONE HEART By R. Saint Claire Loving center and corporeal home, A fused join at two chambers meeting, Sacred symbol of the love I own, And emblem of my life’s completing. The battlefield of daily strife Can’t compromise the greater will, That you’re my husband, I’m your wife. What wars are lost! What blood we spill! Silly to think it my decision, But I’ve been tempered by the years. In true love there is no division; A cauterizing brand--my heart is seared. Revered, loving heart--one blood, one breath! To honor and cherish till my death.