Dearly beloved,

We are gathered here…

And the rest of the word floated…

…Over my head

The thrum of blood in my veins slowed down to a sludge,

My heartbeats changing it’s tandem,

So as to echo yours,

A splash of fruity yet full bodied wine into the glinting flutes,

The clinking of cheers at the tips,

We imbibed our first sips,

Now bound together at the hips.

My eyes beheld and clung to yours,

In deep search for the echo of my thoughts.

In there a mirror of myself, I found,

Caught up in the warmth of your iris.

Days have come and gone,

The years have rolled on by,

Yet every time I gaze into those eyes,

They have stayed the same.

With the mirror of me,

Held in the warmth of your iris.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Writing 101, Day 7 Beloved

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya”