Her eyes shone with tears
That clung to her lashes
She glanced at the ring
It’s twinkles brought back flashes
She knew in her heart,
she’d never forget this day.
The emotions she felt,
overwhelming- in a way.
–blue shoes and sashes
she knew where the stash is–
of chocolates liquor splashed,
frosted with white slashes…
Memories were there
Of Love and of laughter
A future there too
Of happily ever after
At last, he said it
It seemed like forever
But here and now
Her heart for him to keep
Forever.
She was anticipating all the joy he would bring
As the band struck a tune….
was it too soon?
the cat crossed their path quickly
And then it was time for giggling
She spent all that time, years
she would never see those crashes
in trust, it is time to sell that bling.
He’d bought such a rock,
She couldn’t conceive,
It was bought with his love,
In his love, she believed.
The really special thing
About our love is this
When your not in my arms
Your pheromones I constantly miss!
Of when they first met
Now seen through the years
The midnight sea glistened
With the moon’s tender touch
Bated breath he listened
He wanted her so much
Of first dates and kisses
The movies and dances
Writing Mr. & Mrs.
And lifetime romances
A lover, a tryst,
A melding of hearts
An evening of mist
And now, they’re apart.
I’ve missed you, my dear
My arms have been lonely
Come home to me, love
You’re my one and only
“Flashbacks are scary,
they signal PTSD,
so she knew in a moment
she really must flee.”
She heard the song he loved to sing
Salty tears to clean heart’s slashes
Waiting for a new day life to bring
Hope to resolve all angry clashes
She remembered the past,
As she stood there is her gown.
They has been thru so much,
Thru the ups and downs
♥♥ FROM US ♥♥
‘A beautiful poem if I may say so myself.’
P.S. I have a strong feeling that some verses got lost in the deluge of comments. Please, if you sent in a contribution and it’s not here, just give me a heads-up so that I can adjust it.
Thank you all for participating. It was fun reading all the contributions 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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