Belgium
Through Harold’s Lens:
Last night
Before our date.
You gave me a red rose
You kissed me tenderly.
You kneeled
You gently lifted my left hand
You looked into my eyes
You said “will you marry me?”
You slipped a diamond on my finger
Your eyes glistened
Tears rolled down my cheeks
I leaned and kissed you gently.
I whispered “yes!”
Today
Brunch in a Belgium Cafe
You savoring a delicious beer
I savoring you.
I dreamed of our life together
Our children
To be
Our home
To be
Our life values
Our education values
Our religious values
How we love to be with each other.
Our tenderness
Our touch.
Our care
Our concern.
Our love.
“In sickness and in health
Until death do us part”