She has two weeks to encode
The true inscription of an
Engineer's heart. But she is
Twenty.

Much too short of time for a
Younger heart. This delicate flesh
Deserves more than she knows;
Naïve.

Fake flowers from her father. White
as linen bed sheets. Fresh –
exciting as it is melancholy: the
Wedding.

Speak now or forever hold your
Peace. How can she define love?
It is – or isn't – a mistake. It is
Choices.