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My Love

We met on the stage some forty years ago
You were partnered with another in the show
It wasn’t your looks or your eyes or your voice
But your huge heart that at last made my heart know.

Though you hadn’t yet shown that you’d ask me out
I told Mother you were the man I would wed
She laughed at my obviously clueless crush
But years later remembered the words I’d said.

It took you much less time than mom to come ‘round
As you asked me out only two weeks later
A broadway show followed by dinner in town
How could this possibly get any greater?

I wondered if you heard my heart skipping beats
Or sensed me gasping for breath desperately
Knew the surge of adrenaline when you smiled
Or my dread of the night’s end separately.

What I didn’t suspect, ‘til at my doorstep
Was that you could be just as nervous as I!
A tall Adonis making endless small talk
But your demeanor betraying you as shy.

Unsure if you should try to kiss me or run
You finally chose a more chivalrous route!
You gently raised my hand to your trembling lips
Accidentally kissing your own, so cute!

Still I’m captivated by every nuance
Just your quick glance starts my sensory parade
Soon forty years together, most of them wed
And even today the enchantment won’t fade.

It has matured with us, and better by far
As with knowledge comes confidence and rapture
You and I dance through life with you at the lead
Hip-hop harmony forever to capture.

How we laugh when we’re walking and holding hands
And young couples giggle and call us so “sweet”
Had they an idea how hot our passion
They’d blush and then quickly cross over the street!

To you, my dear husband, I offer this verse
A tribute to my unending devotion
And if you meet me on the deck at 6:30 tonight
We will both keep our life’s dance in sweet motion.


March 10, 2019. #3

Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2019

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