The one I loved, I married

 

The first time I gave her those sweet words men use to charm their women, the shy giggles, the excitement in that voice that hid passion and intelligence, the silent prayers that rang through her heart but lay hidden with her fake smile. That first day, I had waited to have a breath of her beautiful face that my shy heart yearned. That when I finally summoned up courage to walk through the staring faces of everyone, after so many shy tricks trying to get her attention. When I found the attention I sought, she became my attention.

 

That during that weeding, I danced away my lone days, my fears, my worries, I tore it all away, in my white rope, glorious I was. Yet you outshone me in your radiance. That when you came to me through the tapestries and dim glow of candles, that night. The echo that rang out was a passionate voice of love, shamelessly shone, that pierced into the ears of men that never sleep, that shook the hanging clothes and rattle pots and cups on the table. A voice of longing.

Just like I stand in this picture, in my best outfit, you steal my heart away with your radiance. See how you glow? see how I have loved you? see how happy you have made me become?  dwarfing my worries and troubles, nipping my fears to the mud, see how you have brought out the best in me? see how your love has built us a good, strong home? That nothing will I exchange for this moment, when I look at you with pride, when this petals of flowers I give to you, is a thundering voice of mine that says,

“The woman I loved, I married”.

 That in the bosom of my heart, will I always carry you, that this love I feel for you, this yearning, that this ache that burns with rage, this desire, this fire that will glow for life, this soul anchored to mine is the love of my life.