Fate Poem by Amanda Riddle

She held it in her hands
opening, reading, closing
over and over
debating.

Is he worth it?
Does he deserve it?
Can he handle it?
will he take it the wrong way?

It's woth the shot.
SHe walks up to him
taps him on the shoulder
looks at it one last time
puts her fate in his hands and walks away.

He stands before her,
Engulfing her delicate porcline
hands, in his rustic, worn ones.

He smiles down at her,
She looks up tears formin
in her eyes.
He whispers in her ear
'I love you 'till the end of time.'

He held it in his hands
opening, looking, closing
debating and wondering
what she will say.