Remember when we drove down a trail in the woods?
“Woods you marry me?” You said.
Said I, “Don’t you think we are a bit young?”
“Young indeed, we are. But you are my treasure.”
“Treasure or pleasure? What’s on your mind?”
“Mind you, we could wait a couple of years.”
“Years sounds more like it, my love.”
“Love? Who said anything about Love?”
Loop Poetry Day 15