You Do Understand

DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!! A man smiling at his wife’s face after marriage Looking sweatiness inwardly and outwardly confused in the reception hall Stopping to dance with his bride and refuses to bend his waist; Nobody notice his coldness except the newly wedded wife Honey, why do you wants to disgrace me in my happiest day? Losing his hands off the Bride, moving hastily, with one side neck bends back God, help me. I can’t tell this to anyone; Who cares about what am going through. My heartbeat increases, blood dropping inside my heart, eyes of acquaintance staring ; To understand the music of my emotion as cold descended on me like bees. You do understand That my heart is about falling out my chest. Friends and families, busily eating, drinking, shouting Throwing themselves on each other; waving tails like a happy dog Believing that I am happy seeing them around; Yes! Happy. But who know the next news after reception hall? Except me. Bridesmaid, holding my hands in dancing and consolation ; To waiting my groom to re-surface again. Beckoning on the wind for hope; the wind stops blowing. Suddenly, she saw best friend leeching round her groom's body, crawling, twisting like two waves. Hands of warmness , spiral out impulses of feelings, romantics, lips-to-lips As the light went off in the reception hall, gross darkness whispers, My heart jumped out of me; looking around, helpless faces in the dark screamed I know glimpse of my spotless face wouldn’t let you be; even at the wedding altar. Your eye’s colour turned me from dancing with my bride Just to say goodbye with a gift of last kiss; softening your charming skin between my fingers; will holds my weakling lips with ignition. Visiting my useful moment; I saw my bride’s eyes raining waters un-stopping . Never mind my cheaply and childish slippery off your hands I know you are mine; created for me and given as gift when I was lonely. Looking into my side; what do you see? I saw the Place where I came out from during creation. You are the bone of my bones; as precious as my life, so you are I will treasure you till death do us apart The flowing streams of your beauties; runs into me like morning waters that runs into the fish body. In truth, perfect eggs of emotion are hatch into home of understanding. In you; my days be long. Written by: Pastor Emmanuel. A. Brown