Yet to be titled

An unfinished poem, I have yet to finish.

An oath has been given,
sworn by interlaced hearts.
The all knowing sea, bore witness
from afar.
The starless sky smells of promises given,
the vowed lyrics,
written with only a kind hearts precision.

She wore silk spun from the moon,
a flowing gown of light.
He wore the sky behind her,
a suit that was black as night.
Together they stood,
side by side.
A pair of glowing pride.