Didn’t we stand there then,
black tuxedo, white dress.
when the world seemed so small?
And oh, the innocence of ours.
The blue, soothing sky love in our eyes
and in our hearts.

And weren’t we tender,
and awed and scared;
knowing we were stepping from the room of desire
into a lifetime of love?

And wasn’t it holy, the sweetness of our way?
And were we not simply lovely then?
Were we not as lovely as the white gardenias,
as the moonlit night, as damp grass on our bare feet?

I think so.

Copyright © 2014 Linda R. O’Connell