SHE KNEELS BESIDE ME
Met her Saturday at the Farmer's MarketOn the first day people were everywhere
The tomatoes were looking pretty good
Her dark brown eyes even more beautiful
She didn't wear any makeup, a plain Jane
Black hair long and straight neatly unkept
Dressed in a simple navy blue cotton dress
And her complexion was impeccably clear
We were helplessly drawn to one of another
Touched hands in our failed attempt to avoid
An electrical impulse ran warm fingers to palm
She spoke with an assurance we were destined
Nothing seemed to matter her mind was set
Said I stood before her in a dream as she wept
And that we had to marry forever and ever
Took a ring out her pocket, put it on my finger
The fit was perfect as if it was made to order
Angels stood in silence as love embraced me
Then she whispered, now I am your virgin wife
Take me with you lets make faith our home
There was this peace I've never experienced
And the way she politely surrendered I complied
Trust and respect blesses the love we share
With honor I protect as she kneels beside me
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-04-22 at 02:18
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