
Will you be my Mrs.©
Copyright 2014
By Felina Silver Robinson
I walk the streets aimlessly
I find myself slowly walking towards your house
I wonder if I’ll see you
My heart starts jumping as your front door slowly opens
I quickly duck behind the tree realizing I’m not ready
To again wonder why you don’t ask for my hand
The hand you’ve held tightly over and over again
We laugh, we cry, we help each other decide
What comes next
The one thing I want most is to be your bride
But each time I start to question when we move forward
My tongue gets twisted and I lose my nerve
Now my eyes are tightly shut
I’m hoping you don’t realize I’m tucked behind that tree of yours
Suddenly, I feel the gentle touch of your lips upon my forehead
And once again I have the feeling of bliss
My palms are sweaty and I no longer
Wonder when you’ll ask me to be your bride
Upon that thought you begin to bend down on one knee
In front of your tree
You ask me the question I’ve longed to hear
Without a thought the words “yes, of course I’ll be your Mrs.” flows from my lips
I feel a smile stretch across my face
Now, the sun feels warmer, the sky seems bluer,
And I feel happier than I ever thought I could
Now, years later we’re married with children
And there is no other place meant just for me
I’m the happiest I’ve ever been
I’m so glad that I’m your Mrs.