To the slamming of the bathroom door, I love you.
By the prick of your upturned heel in the hall, I love you.
In the light of the lamp you refuse to turn off, I love you.
Under the stench of overstuffed trash cans, I love you.
With the bitter smack of your lipstick on my glass, I love you.

Through the tune of my warbling whistle, I love you.
By the chill of night when I steal your sheets, I love you.
In the glow of my phone when you’re trying to sleep, I love you.
Within the aroma of my unwashed hair, I love you.
Through the vinegar I misread in a cake recipe, I love you.

With all these sounds, we sing our love;
Through all these pains, we feel our love;
In shadows and flame, we see our love;
In age and decay, we smell our love;
In salt and in tears, we taste our love.

And yet, to me, our love is a symphony;
it is a glowing hearth on a winter’s night;
our love is the stars, and I am at sea;
the scent of our love awakes me from dreaming;
and all my dreams ache for the taste of your kiss.

I love you, my bride:
today, tomorrow, for all of time.