I don’t know how it would feel,
How I would look—
I don’t know exactly,
Because it’s just here all in my head.
I don’t know when it becomes real,
How much it would differ from the books.
I’ve seen several weddings before.
A man and a woman so deeply in love,
People I personally know, while some I do not,
Decide to spend a new chapter of their lives.
Till death do them part,
Spending the rest of their days
In each other’s embrace.
And wedding after wedding
that I’ve been able to witness,
I cannot help but wonder,
When is mine gonna happen?
Will there be a brave man
Who will be valiant enough
To pop the golden question to me,
“Please, will you be my wife?”
And just thinking of it
Brings tears to my eyes.
Why, you may ask?
It’s because I’ve got two things in mind.
It’s either it would happen
it would not…
The former is glorious.
The latter, glorious still,
but with a different form.
So I sit here, my pen does the talking,
My heart does the thumping,
And my mind does the the thinking.
I see butterflies flying,
Flowers gracefully scattered on the floor,
The smiling faces of people…
I see myself in a delicate,
Who could he be?
How does he look like?
Or does he only exist in my dreams?