I listened, to our wedding vows
While thinking about our future and the nows
I looked at my wife-to-be and then I said, “I do”
My love for her I swore would be forever and true;
But, to her was our marriage just a silly rouse?
Now I know what sin and temptation truly allows
When I think of her it’s now with raised eyebrows
Was I just the next man in her husband queue?
I listened.
Through a wedding album I will sometimes browse
I still see the excitement and the wows
Still to this day I cannot figure out a single clue
Why did she ever looked at me and said, “I love you”;
But, I occasionally remember, so I carouse.
I listened.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem