I was 25 when I met you

You were young, barely going on 17

You looked me square in the eye and said

Marry me now you fool.


Not so said I,

You’re cool, but.

Your age is way behind,

And I indeed am betrothed to my lovely one:

In my heart is no space for two.


What manner of spell or magic she cast on you?

What manner of food she feed you?

Cannot you see me as I stand before you?

In splendor from temple to toes?


Marry her then…you said to me,

I will stand wait in the aether and  aeons for you:

For onto the day you recognize truth,

I will be waiting for you.