I was still a girl,

approaching woman hood.

The innocent age of sixteen.

I’ve known you only one week.

Yet you asked me.

Down on one knee,

girlish giggles filling the room.

He can’t be serious.

I’m still a child, so young!

Will you be my wife?

Only a moment to think,

to take it all in.

Embracing my new Fiancé’.

Dreams fill my mind,

of what is to come.

Whispers in his ear,

I love you.

They all said we were crazy,

it will never last.

You’re too young.

Struggling through hardships,

growing closer together.

Many years have passed.

Igniting our flame on the altar.

Fifteen years before.

That very flame still burns.

Not even a flicker,

never blown out.

The flame burns hotter and higher,

reaching to the heavens.

Mocking the ones that once cast doubt.