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.