Forevermore Poem by Mark Heathcote

His proposed engagement - she had dreamt.
… You'll have my answer in the morning
I'll sleep on it. Don't wish to repent-
At leisure: find me resorting
To whims acting oddly, filled with doubt.

Hands are trembling; her knees are knocking
Her heart is shouting, yes, to avouch
Take this moment, isn't he, charming-

She had never slept so well before.
When his morning wake-up call arrived
It rang with the words for evermore
Yes, I'll be your bride
Forevermore!