Love Has Two Vows:

From the origin of talk
We've spoken of love,
That part of speech
That we all speak of.

Our equal half
That makes us whole,
Our bestest bestfriend
The mate to our Soul.

The bearer of our thoughts
The keeper of our heart,
Two whisperly conjourned
Into a worded counterpart.

Our exact opposite
That fits like a glove,
Penciled in stone
Together spelling out love.

For it takes two vows
And a couple consonants,
To sound out that little word
And define what it visually represents.