Confession of Love

She got up early, though 

Was awake the whole night 

She dressed elegantly 

Sober and bright

She was smiling 

But was nervous inside

How would she confess her love!

She could not decide 

She bought flowers 

It is customary 

How she wished

They could marry

She would let out her feelings 

And not worry about all buts... 

It took her a month

To gather up her guts

Yet when the moment arrived 

She was dumbstruck 

He said what she wanted to say 

What a luck!

She laughed and cried 

All alone 

For he had engraved "love you too, Minnie"

On his tombstone