This poem is from my first collection of poems about my lifelong relationship with my wife, Ruth. The collection from where this poem is taken is entitled, "the Book Of Ruth: The Courting Begins."
You wonder why it took so long for my lips to brush against your lips. Like a young child searching for words, I lack the vocabulary to communicate my feelings for you. It is not because you are not appealing nor a question of my sexual preference. Rather, it was respect for the dignity embodied within your womanhood that makes me hesitate. Aware of my lust for you, who am I to sully with my wanton desires your beauty and integrity knowing that once our lips touch breached would be the dike that long I took to build. Little did I know you were waiting for that dike to crumble.
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