His heart and his mind become one,
His soul and love a fair maiden has new won,
Eyes that sparkle like the stars in the sky,
Smile shines like a beacon in the night,
Hair full of flare and hands that would not dare,
He took them by his and bade her stare,
And she saw a twinkle, that promised to care,
Anything else, she could not decipher,
For in a few seconds, he broke the glare with a stifle,
“What’s wrong,” she asked, “are you okay?” she gasped,
He chuckled and turned, facing the sky and the moon,
He asked her a question, a simple inquiry,
He asked her of her future life theory,
Would she be alone, or was she too prone,
To finding a man to fulfill her light little demands,
Almost astounded with fright, she started then paused,
A menial question with such bold might, what was the source of his cause?
She beheld his composure, his facial expression,
Not wanting closure, but heavy intention,
A reply was on the tongue,
But the lady had not yet sung,
He stopped her before her rebuttal,
And he told her to never mind his question of a guttle,
He asked to tell her just one more thing,
And then would he depart,
She scanned his face, scouring for a hint,
Her curiosity remained unquenched,
As something buffeted her senses, leaving her nose quite drenched
An aroma of fresh, an aroma of new,
Alas ‘twas an aroma of mint!
Reality had struck her, like lightning thumbed a rod of metal,
He was gleaming, the whistle in her brain screeched like a tea kettle,
She felt the attraction to the mellow young fellow,
And for the first time that night, she heard him,
A question before posed, “What of your future?”
Now emanated as, “Am I in your future?”
She thought she had a clue,
About the mystery of the man on the moon,
She trodded carefully, choosing her words,
But before she could answer, he blurted his first,
Taken aback, but a boy so fearless,
She was afraid, he might also care less,
And promised her of no regret,
He promised to care, to love, and to always be there
In grief and in sorrow, nothing was so much to bear,
For the prize was the best,
For females like her, there were none among the rest,
In love was the boy, and he offered his heart as her toy,
She contemplated for what seemed years,
Until she as well was on the verge of tears,
She hugged him and quickly pulled away,
She smacked him across his now stinging face,
He reached for his face, slowly as if it might have disappeared
She hugged him again, this time it was he who pulled away from fear,
She apologized with a soft, loving tone,
He embraced her, hard as never before, and she believed that there was never, never more,
That life could offer her, than her beautiful beau.
In heart and in soul, in mind and in body,
And to each other they proudly declared,
“Forever more, only and truly yours.”
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