THE KITCHEN WALTZ

It was day three of our honeymoon.
With the knowledge of being called yours,
I began to swoon.

We were playing a children's game.
One where we chased other,
And said each other's name.

Just as we had collapsed with breathy stances,
We went to the kitchen to cook dinner.
Taking tired chances.

I won't forget that as we listened to the sweet symphonies of Christian artists telling tales,
That you pulled me in with one song.
The one about angels singing.
A song that told us our love without prevail.

We waltzed in a circle around the room.
I couldn't help but feel special;
Like a flower ready to bloom.

I wanted for us to dance on our wedding day,
But when I look back on it now,
I think that waiting for the right moment was better than okay.

If we ever have a big house with big kitchen --
And that song plays again,
Don't hesitate to make me swoon.
Because the minute our hearts connect in one solid beat,
I'll be smitten.
And that is where our new-found infatuation will meet.