Once Upon a Love Story

Once upon a time
In a land far away
There lived a young man
Whose world was dull and grey

His face was often sad
His mind was much confused
Cuz the only color he had
Was a certain shade of blues

He tried on his own
To color in the lines
But it couldn’t match the artistry
That true love defines

He knew he needed something
To add that certain hue
When a rainbow splash of color
Suddenly came into view

She was a pleasing sight
A diamond in the rough
But it was the beauty inside her
That made him sure enough

They shared precious moments
As they grew ever closer
And every minute she gave him
He remembered why he chose her

So then one beautiful evening
As the sun gleamed through the leaves
He found the courage to pull out
The plan stuck up his sleeves

He said, I love you
Donita Marie
I just have one question
Will you marry me?

This is how I proposed to the girl I’m now proud to call my fiance. She said yes, we stared at each other, we smiled, we laughed, we hugged, and I finished the story:

Their years were filled with love
Their days were filled with laughter
Their hearts could fly like doves
As they lived happily ever after

Marriage proposal photo

I Did It

When you stole from my friend
It made my heart ache.
But for you I’ll pretend
It was my mistake.

Though you lied to my dad
My flaw it became.
Cheer up and be glad
Because I took the blame.

You would covet and cheat,
And curse and assault.
Now my work is complete;
It was all my fault.

Behold Thou This Tragedy

O, Woe to me, I cried
Mine heart doth ache inside
Most assuredly mine pride
Hath thus rent open wide

I reveal thus unto thee
For mine pain thou canst not see
O, How I wish that I could flee
From this dreadful tragedy

Behold mine awful blunder
Hath brought forth the sound of thunder
Furthermore, if thou doth wonder
Mine pants hath torn asunder!

My Struggle

I carried a wooden plank as I walked up the hill.
My hand received a splinter; I winced, but continued uphill.
The rugged plank I carried bumped hard into my head.
I thought of giving up, but I proceeded on instead.
Further up the beaten path, I stubbed my toe on a rock.
I tripped, fell, and scraped my knee; in shame, I would no longer walk.
Then a strange man came up to me, who seemed of good cheer.
He said, “Consider it joy; testing helps you persevere.”
I stared at him in disbelief, and thought, If only he knew,
The full extent of my struggle, and all I was going through.
I wanted him to feel what I felt, and let him taste my pain.
I dropped my wooden plank, and tied him to it with a chain.
I held my cry when I poked my finger on a crown made of thorns,
As I shoved it deep into his head, and laughed at him with scorn.
My hand was cut and bled as I mercilessly whipped the man.
I bit my tongue when I spat in his face, the pain I couldn’t stand.
A loud moan I could not contain when I hit my thumb with the mallet,
While driving the nails into his hands, enjoying his torment.
I sneered and said, “Consider this joy,” as I thrust a spear in his side.
I knew I had taught him a lesson, and I laughed at him with pride.
But then he spoke those terrible words that pierced my heart deeply.
Never before had anything been said that hurt me so severely.
While he hung up on my cross, his face all black and blue,
He looked into my eyes, and he said, “I forgive you.”