BE STILL, MY BEATING HEART
Be still, my beating heart, I say
As he strides into the room;
He looks around with confidence
While women around him swoon.
He saunters over to the bar
And orders up two drinks;
He looks so dashing in a tux
Perhaps a drink for me, methinks.
He sets the glasses on the bar,
Turns and looks me up and down;
Then my husband waltzes to the floor
With his arm around my bridal gown.
© ELR 2013