The chocolates that he brought were cherry-filled.
They tasted sweet when melted on my tongue.
He squeezed my hand so tightly that it thrilled
my heart–back then–when we were very young.
The diamond ring he gave to me shone bright
as golden sequins on a gown of green.
Like sparkling stars that complement the night,
the ring would please a gem-collecting queen.
And now our lives are passing in review.
Though yellow strands of hair have turned to gray,
he holds my hand the way he used to do.
Still thrilled, I’m thankful that he came to stay.
I found true love that changed my way of life
the day when I became this good man’s wife.
c Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
The Shakespearean Sonnet — one of my favorites.