A few months into our relationship, Katie and I flew to Texas for a wedding. As an extended member of the bridal party, she was whisked away to the bridal suite early that morning and I missed her.

Just before the ceremony started, however, I stood in the dining hall and saw her standing at the top of the stairs. Her makeup was finished, her hair was just right and her dress was seemingly custom made for her.

I had one of those Wayne’s World “Dream Weaver,” moments.

The prompt for this poem was simply “love poem.” That moment immediately came to mind.

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“Stairs”

I’ll never forget
Looking up those stairs
You were wearing a pink dress
Shoulders covered in the waves of your hair
Your radiance was breathtaking
It’s really no surprise
My heart began to pound and my knees got weak
Looking from your legs, to your arms, to your eyes.

I feel the same way
When I look up our stairs
First thing in the morning
Pajamas and bed hair
You may not believe it
But even then your beauty is sublime
In such a raw, natural state
I re-fall in love with you every time

-jtf

This is post 25 of 30 in my most recent attempt at tackling NaBloPoMo. Funsies and such.