{ 2007 05 22 }

My Norsk Beauty

We were sitting with our backs on the rockface of a hill,

a grassy patch was our small mat, an ancient cleft on the rock became a seat for two,

we had 180 degree views of a wide river winding lazily past the hill,

a few houses hardly lining the riverbanks were in view, berry red walls, white window panes,

it was cold but the spring sun was shining gloriously on our faces,

and it was there I took out the ring and asked her to marry me.

After pausing a moment, she smiled, and said Yes.

We drank in the wonderful intimacy as we watched the wildflowers dance,

The wind offered its music, the breeze blowed the scent of our love

and my deep, satisfied sigh, far, far, away.


 

Posted by joel.lim on Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007, at 3:40 pm, and filed under poetry + stories.

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