I rarely accept the marriage proposal
Whispered from the Divine
A proposal asked over and over again
The few times I allow myself to hear it,
There is a chance that I may,
in a fit of insanity, say yes.
But when I return to my little world
To make the preparations
I forget the reality of that intense love
When I acquiesced.
Eventually, I return to the sanctuary
Calculated to miss the promised time
Having forgotten about the ceremony
And the Beloved must start over again.



