May 21, 2005 10:00 p.m.

Her green eyes luminous in the lamplight
And red hair spilling over her shoulders
And into my face…

Will you?

Yes. Yes, I will.

And my heart soaring,
Tears at the canthus
And a breath catching somewhere
Somewhere, where I cannot breathe

Inside

All the while smiling
Clinging to the length of her.

And again later, on my knees
Again

Yes
Yes I will be your wife

And you will be my husband.