This is my pooner BF. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My pooner BF is my best friend. It is my life. I must love him it as I must love my life.

Without me, my pooner BF is useless. Without my pooner BF, I am useless. I must kiss my BF true. I must hug him straighter than my enemy who is trying to steal him. I must hug him before he hugs him.

My pooner BF and I know that what counts in love is not the days we fuck, the laughs of our jokes, nor the kisses we make. We know that it is the intention that count.

My pooner BF is human, even as I [am human], because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its body, its clothes, its passions and its thoughts. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my pooner BF loved and happy. We will become part of each other.

Before God, I swear this creed. My pooner BF and I are the defenders of our love. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until love is thriving and there is no enemy, but peace!