CALL ME HUN

She held on tightly, not letting go,

With brown eyes and her hair in a bow,

I can still feel her hand embracing my chest,

Or remembering the day, when she said “Yes”.

 

The white lace gown is her own style,

As she walked the aisle, seemed like miles,

Each step that she took would represent,

Our destiny with two hearts that are meant.

 

The moment freezes in time when I stare,

As her eyes illuminates the room with a glare,

She is gifted and is so damn amazing,

The feeling in your whole body is blazing.

 

This feeling never goes away as she is the one,

Recalling the day, her hair came out of a bun,

Her smile is the out of this world and touches,

I am broken, but she holds onto me with crutches.

 

Even though she left without a solid trace,

I’ll I can hear is my name and see her pretty face,

It is my turn to hold her hand, and not let go,

With my hazel eyes, as our love will always grow.

 

It is my act to say “Yes”, as you turn older,

Seeing our grandchildren look over your shoulder,

I will always be the one who you say goodnight to,

Even with your old grey hair and wrinkles if you knew.

 

Even though now, your hair can’t be in a bun,

Or your hair in a bow, but you always can call me Hun,

Betty, I can envision the future with many glints,

We will reunite again soon, as I haven’t seen you since.