Mar 2020
Sometime in December,
2008, our magnetic gaze of love
did more than just speak or act.
It was in wedlock consummated.
And like a dream, ten years have
gone by, as our tender fruits of
affection continue to sprout daily.
Continue to rest on my shoulder
until the sun on our wedlock sets.
2008, our magnetic gaze of love
did more than just speak or act.
It was in wedlock consummated.
And like a dream, ten years have
gone by, as our tender fruits of
affection continue to sprout daily.
Continue to rest on my shoulder
until the sun on our wedlock sets.
A poem about my wife's response to my marriage proposal. A response she gave after a long time of keeping me in utter suspense.
