Of any complications at this time.
However doubts still plague me as I think
(Quietly glancing outside without a blink.)
"I wonder how she feels on all of this..."
Thoughts scream as I fear mutual lack of bliss.
For how could a lady such as she
Be content to marry a man like me?
Has my room always been this cold?
...Perhaps it's just this horrid fear of marriage.
"A man with whom I could grow old."
I doubt that he'll emerge from that small carriage.
A union fueled by money, not affection;
Could such a thing ever birth true cheer?
And if my parents resort to such deception--
Wait...is that soft music that I hear?
At last I have been left alone to worry.
In piano (unlike marriage) there is no hurry.
As my eyes linger slowly upon each key
I glance back to find a sight which startles me!
Do my eyes play tricks? This cannot be!
Through shock I see gentleness in his eyes.
So polite, soft-spoken, shy just like me...
What I know of marriage must be lies!
I smile as we're speaking, face to face.
For having met you on this very night,
Has shown me life with you will be just right.
Please, oh please let tomorrow come with haste!