Paul Whitrow

Marry Me

He catches his breath as she enters the room.
His vision in white, his flower in bloom.
Each step that she takes makes his heart skip anew,
And yearn for the part where he tells her “I do”.
At last she’s beside him, Her hand wrapped in his.
If life is to end, let it be here like this.
He looks at her there as his heart swells with pride,
And he drinks in the sight of his beautiful bride.

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