A long story of marriage in eight lines

a long story compressed into a too small poem. Written for Larry's workshop on meter.

A long story of marriage, told in eight lines

Maybe it was God's predestination,
That when a stranger passed by my gate
Softly spoke my female intuition:
"There he is, the man to be your mate".

Two weeks I knew him, then I asked his hand
His heart elsewhere, so it was not meant
When he gave three years try to my far land.
With three now twenty-one: time well spent.




The assignment was to write a poem of one or two four-line stanza's, metered and with an abab rhyme scheme.
I found that I couldn't fit my marriage in 8 lines, but it was too late to abandon ship. Perhaps I'll add more lines in future.