Someone who dubs itself “it”

The last person I had spoken to

Wasn't anyone new

They're usually the start of my day

And stick by me to the end of way

To be within it's presence is something divine

Even if it's constantly called away, I'd say it's fine

How it's smile brightens up a room

How it's mysterious pronoun leaves nothing to presume

If it were a him, her, or they

I would care not anyway

For those eyes shall be the same

And when with it, I bear no shame

Without it's presence, my day would not be complete

For this routine is something sweet

Our husband would also agree

That it's a pretty sight to see

Forever we shall shower it with utmost love and support

With our trio of rings, we shall one day disappear from a port

In the ripples there shall be roses afloat

In curious patterns to symbolize it's to it we devote

Even if marriage was not my taste

I know it's something it wouldn't want to waste

Only for it shall I confine myself with such excessive ceremonies

Only to see a smile as sweet as every of honeys

Even if this pattern continues day by day

I would never get bored, I would never run away

I await the beginnings of my day as much as I do the end

Just so I could hear that sweet voice that you carefully send

Even if there continues to be obstacles to why it cant be

we all insist we'll eventually see

That day where it's just us three

Them, it, and me

The start of our day

And stick by each other till we wither away