A word, I could not utter; words came but all I could do was stutter
He reached out and called my name; my heart’s state wasn’t the same
I shouted his name, like I had no other; but in the power of his face, it was but a mutter
There’s a point in life that determines the sane; that strength would be brought through the bane
This was my point, my T-square; my heart, my soul and all I knew was stripped bare
My legs knew no strength and my knees, my foot hold; gave in to his strength too great to behold
He smiled again and stretched out his hand; pulled me up and kept me on a stand
Looked me over and gave me an appraisal; pulled me over and gave me the ultimate proposal
Silent and still awed, I tear-nodded my yes; his hand, connected to my heart to bless
Our soul met in a holy kiss; it was more sanctified than one in wedded bliss
I look back this day and remembered the word I stuttered; I, the most outspoken was reduced to one who muttered
It was a paradox, for though the distance of heaven and earth; a union closer than body and soul was birthed
I think of that day, that moment and him with reverence; for my marriage, my decision, my choice was made; and that made all the difference.
About the Writer: Jide-Ojo Aanu Titilayo is a graduate of Psychology from Covenant University and a leisure writer. Contact: [email protected].