I met you and was worried,

We talked so long before,

But this time it was hurried,

No time was left to soar.

At first I was elated,

I was glad to have you back, 

Until you told me I had berated

You and respect is what I lack.

I vowed to make it up to you,

To show you the notion

Of what I see from my pew,

But it took eight months of motion.

I lied,

We cried,

You still arrived.

You proposed.