Longing for when you press me to be a wife–
Only with you, I fancy partaking in life.
Visions of our future, I oft conjure up.
Each setting, I imbibe from your marriage cup.
Stoked for at last betrothed to my love dare,
Tears of delight spill while I grin without spare.
Released from our temporary apartness,
Union, we form, building with combined smartness.
Claiming our rightful place beside each other,
Kindred spirits connect as friend and lover.
©️ 2022 Sylvia Green Chatman