With eyes so lovely, her laugh so bubbly
I wiped away her tears and told her of the years we would spend together
On my knees, Begging please,
for her to marry me
It felt so right to see her in white
Sea shells adorned her hair, bells tolled in the air
Short of breath I knew I was as pale as death
My mind raced like a breeze, though I stood tall as a tree
Right in front of me, the hunt is done
Rings of gold
O' how I can't wait to grow old with you.
YOU ARE READING
A Maverick Among Diehards
PoetryA series of unorthodox poems...that I wrote in freshman year for an English project.
