by Roland King
When one must have faith in the other
|He extends his hand out to her, unable to read her expression
She hesitates, her heart pounding, unsure of his true intention
His smile that stretches even to his eyes sets her soul afire
While hers in return highlights a synergy others would admire
He yearns for the fine familiarity of her presence.
She craves the fulfillment created by his fervid quintessence.
His eyes touch her, the fever burns.
Her hand finds his, her desire returns.
Warming in the glow of their combined spark
Prepared for the journey; about to embark
He takes a breath and squeezes her hand.
And slips onto her finger: a wedding band.
Much love and appreciation to Darleen🌙2020 for co-writing this poem with me. We each wrote half of each couplet so this is for all intents and purposes our child built with love.