(Written on 2022-11-17)

In his two round mirrors
my (now rare) smile will reflect
after he reminded me that in his eyes:
I am more beautiful than the
jewellery laying against my skin.
Gracefully my creamed hand will
meet his soft - but firm hold.
I will encourage the rest of my gown to step out;
his other hand will enclose the car's door.
For me, he will present his arm and
gleam with pride as I take my stand next to him.
Simply his presence will make me feel safer
then a one - hundred - man army could.

He who will choose his every word carefully
as to only imprint truth in the books
stored on the shelfs of my mind's library.
He who will touch me with such care
as if I am a fragile statute of a Greek Goddess
that if broke, would break his heart.
He who will never fear falling into my fantasies
but rather let his imagination and the reality
collide to create magic like in the movies.

He shall have my heart for life.