Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

Here she comes

Here she comes, walking towards me

A vision of beauty, flowing in white

I stop, I stare and I dream of the future

Lifting myself up to a new found height

We talk, we charm, it all comes so easy

As we connect and we laugh, long into the night

Here is the woman, the one of my dreams

The one I will die for, never give up the fight

We have similar interests, the same little quirks

From classic TV to games of the past

She leans in for a kiss, squeezes my hand

Can I do this? It is moving so fast

Yet it feels so right, such a perfect moment

Nothing can ruin this feeling inside

The connection, it sparkles, explodes with joy

Is this my wife, my one future bride?

We talk about family, how we grew up

Holidays we went on and games we played

Although from different walks of life

It feels like this union was meant to be made

But the bombshell drops when we talk of beliefs

Dashes my hopes like a ship on a rock

Whilst I'm not religious, she is a Christian

A doctrine in which I hold no stock

Her body drops as she hears my opinion

That my heart holds no space for the god she admires

She talks of her church, her extended family

But I feel no joy, nothing that inspires

She says I should visit, should hear a sermon

Take the chance to enter the kingdom of the lord

But my body tightens, my brain tries to shut off

I just tell her with me it does not strike a chord

I look into her eyes, I really could cry

She is so incredible, a beautiful sight

We have so much in common, so I have to ask

Do I go to her church or do what is morally right?