I asked for your hand
There was no hesitation
Such amazement, volition
You were ready to be consumed
As I had been for nigh a year
I, prostrate upon my knees
Looked upon your countenance
And witnessed a smile
A twinkle, etched upon my soul to this very day
She loved me
She owned me
“What was the reason?” You may ask
“Why did you ask?”
“I couldn’t wait, my baby girl.”
That sweet Kailey Cup
Was MY girl
She remains, to this day
Every morning –
“I’d like a cup of Kailey.”
Very nice, Shane….
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So sweet. Beautiful writing, Shane.
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Thanks so much!
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