Doubts of enchantment

Before we get too old,
before our lives are sold,
make me understand,
why you held my hand,
and made me feel important,
With a mighty breeze of enchantment,
as the sun blares in my eyes,
Is it doubt that I despise?
Because you I can't trust,
turning frail faith to dust,
I had always dreamed,
For an impossible life it seemed.
Treasuring the momenta charms,
like when I held you in my arms,
No matter what I say or do,
My mind digresses to only you.
I had always wished,
you would love me.
We never even kissed,
you barely even hugged me.
Is there any other man,
who can love you like i can?
Is there any one to love you,
anywhere near as I do?
This isn't just a poem,
It's my true feelings.
I really need to show them,
what true love really means.
I want to be that guy,
to give you that ring.
Together until we die,
No matter what life will bring.
I want you to be the girl,
to say the words I DO.
To start our lives unfurl,
to always be with you.
As the night falls,
and the day dies out.
I hear my hearts calls,
but I can't deny this doubt.

© Copy-righted by David A Marshall