Not really a poet, more a guy who wrote some stuff that sometimes passes as poetry. Because some people were foolish enough to compliment my uhm “poetry”, I’ve gotten this silly idea that other people might want to read it. So here is something I wrote back in April of ’89 when I was in my “write poems about what I observe” stage. Yes, this poem is about real people and, no, I am not one of the two people. I hadn’t even met the woman who would become my wife yet. So here goes…
HER SECOND WEDDING
She steps up to the alter,
And she looks into my eyes,
But all she can see is him.
And she turns away with a tear in her eye.
The priest begins the rite,
And I look into her eyes,
But all I see is her love for him.
And she turns away with a tear in her eye.
We repeat our vows,
And I look into her eyes,
But all I see is her love for me.
And she turns away with a tear in her eye.
I place the ring on her finger,
And she looks into my eyes,
But all she sees is my love for her.
And she turns away with a tear in her eye,
And a tender smile on her lips.
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