Will he or won’t he
She thought day after day.
Marriage was so near, yet so far away.
Autumn fell to winter then
Spring burst in the air.
Their love was still burning
But why was there still fear.
To those who went before them
Such fear is not unique.
To love is very simple
To marry is to seek,
A lover and perhaps a friend
A partner who can pretend
To show no pain despite the ache,
And long for rest yet stay awake.
To make a vow, and take an oath
To be just one, but cherish both.