Firsthand

Lost in thought
remembering faces
and all that was taught.

Curtsy here, smile there,
walk with poise,
and dance with care.

Memories fade in and out
my mind betrayed
and I'm in doubt.

Can a start anew,
fresh, a clean slate
with you?

You stand so strong,
sure of all,
as if you knew all along

that we
from precious little ones
were meant to be.

Now i understand,
"You may kiss the bride"
I know love firsthand.