Tilder

As we walk down these stairs,

shine and spark off your red dress,

I can only imagine how

you walked down the aisle.

Ok I wasn't born

but my imagination paints

a wonder,the glorious image

of you in a white dress,

contemplating, guessing, assuring.

I get ahead of myself

too many times to be useful,

do so now cause you're beautiful,

contemplate if I must choose,

guess how it feels to lose,

You assure me I'm useful,

that I look too hard and want

all my pleasure in one bowl.

I'm not vain and lustful an...