:: Under a Waxing Moon ::
Under A Waxing Moon
I smiled like the starry green-eyed 7 – year old girl
I was when I met my first boyfriend
On the swing-set at school
It is like that now at age 37
I am that 7-year-old girl blushing
But now I am staring into
the deep brown amber eyes of a man
he had been kissing me and speaking
in quiet tones of our ups and downs.
And now his strong gentle hands
hold my face look deep into my
starry green eyes and ask me to
be his wife in the wonderful way
only poets can do.
A tear almost escapes my eye
As I smile a huge dimpled smile
I quietly say I will.
Star Wishes and a 7-year old girl’s
fantasy fairytale is realized as I gaze into
the eternity of Drews deep brown amber eyes.
I love you and I will be yours
3 days past forever.
For Drew aka Clyde thank you. You’re my dearest darling and twin soul.
Drew and Bonnie