A Marriage Destined To Be

They were next-door neighbors.
He was five years older. No way
was he ever going to play with her.
At four she said, “We’ll marry someday.”

Everyone thought it cute she’d picked
him out to marry … everyone but him.
Girls his age were weird and quite the bother,
and, as for little girls, why, who noticed them?

In elementary school she told all her first-graders,
“I’m going to marry that sixth-grader one day.”
Teased by his friends, he’d shout at her to
let him alone and to keep herself far, far away.

At twelve she told all her friends that one day
she would marry that seventeen-year-old dream.
Never mind he acted liked he thought she was crazy.
Things were proceeding according to her scheme.

Then his father took a job located many states away,
and their family moved … tragedy! It broke her heart.
Her parents figured now she’d get over her silly crush
on the boy next door since they were many miles apart.

However, she never once wavered in her strange belief
that she and he were somehow destined by fate to marry.
The years passed, and she grew into a young woman of
beauty, intelligence, charm – always smiling and merry.

She went to college at the state university near her home.
By the time she became a senior, she had had many dates,
but no suitor interested her, causing her mother to chide,
“Forget the boy next door. Do you think for you he waits?”

One day a new graduate student on campus happens to see
her in a crowd of her friends. He watches her a long while,
then says to his friend, “That’s the girl I am going to marry.”
He goes to introduce himself and is greeted with her smile.

“I just told my friend there that you are the girl I will marry.
I never believed in love at first sight, but I know I am right.”
Recognizing him as the boy from next door, she simply grins
and says, “You can win my hand without much of a fight.”

He sits down, introduces himself, and then asks for her name.
Hearing it, he exclaims, “Why you’re that girl from next door!
Over the years I’ve often thought of you and how sure you were
we’d marry one day … a possibility I’m now eager to explore.”

They reunite; they fall madly in love; they soon get married.
They tell their children … and their grandchildren … their love
was a matter of destiny. She knew it all her life; he just took
a little longer ... for they shared a love poems are written thereof.


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