He sat waiting for the bus not thinking of much.
She walked up, sat to wait thinking of to do lists and such.
They made small talk while they waited to make the time pass.
The weather, the world, the government, the price of gas.
Everything and nothing, things they loved and things they hated.
The time indeed did pass along with the bus for which they waited.
The afternoon eventually turned into early night
And still they sat talking in the glow of a nearby street light
Slowly they both began to feel they were perhaps fated to meet.
That more than friendly conversation would be found on this seat.
She reached over and playfully slapped him on the arm,
“Where have you been all my life, please tell me good sir ”
He thought, then motioned to himself, and said softly to her,
“Here, waiting for you to release me from this lonely life,
That has been my existence without you as my wife”.
A small gasp escaped past lips suddenly unable to speak ,
As a single tear slid down her now flushed cheek.
“But we have only just met, you hardly know me
How can you possibly know we are meant to be”,
He took a moment’s pause as his thoughts unfurled
“The second I was born I had only just met the world,
But believe I immediately knew that I loved it here,
The same as I know right now that I love you my dear”

Forty years have passed, and how the time did fly.
she sobs softly as he in somber final chambers lies
He slowly opens his eyes, his last words soft yet clear
“The same as I know right now that I love you my dear”.

Mortoch
11/19/2011

Dianne

She knows me and still she loves me,

She allows me to be that 

which she knows me to be,

and still she loves me.

When I need it she pushes me 

to be that which she knows I can be,

when I myself do not know

and still she loves me.

I can talk to her 

about those things 

no one else can know

and still she loves me.

So when you ask why I love her 

and how I knew we should marry,

I will answer simply and say,

because she loves me.