a walk down the aisle

“Want to go for a walk,”
She asked at sweet sixteen,
the boy who’d caught her eye.
They’d talked in high school Chem.,
why she’d known even then,
Morgan made her heart fly.

When to San Jose State
he decided he’d go,
winds of desire
began on her to blow.
From black hair, brown to blond,
their love grew ever strong.

They found each other’s root
in trips by car and plane.
Time in the trenches taught
them to in discord, hold
their friendship, love, tight.

Kilauea inspired
his question to their guide.
With diamond blue in hand,
Morgan proposed, Sarah
said yes, two made vows to
one love, resolute to the end.