2003 Poetry

I tremble by the mere grip

of his hand. We walked

slowly down the isle;

he surprised me with

a diamond ring with

carats beyond my knowing.

I wasn’t that surprised

when he asked me to marry him.

My tongue hid behind my teeth;

perhaps, an angel must have intervened.

Only a brief time from now to know

if this is going to be it.

Shall I heed the palpitation in my wrist,

or shall I heed the bugging in my head?

My heart says yes, but I’m not sure

if my mind is ready to speak it

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written 10/04/03

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