11

in a lacy dress

my hair done up

I am finally ready

to fill my cup

you smile at me

and take my hand

as we stand together

just as planned

eleven years

too fast it goes 

if only some way

I could make it slow

I'll take this love

through rain or in sun

forever in my soul

long may we run

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License