Between I do and death

I say God
You say fate
Cold comfort in life
That fickle one.

And yet a wedding
Public vows of faith.
Substantially a statement
Of hope for all we dream.

Evidence that you
Believe in a future
As yet unseen,
But based on Love

Which is my God
With His warm hand in mine.
This threshold leads to
Neither fickle nor fate.

I am no blushing bride.
These vows rise freely
From years together.
Your secrets are mine already...