For most of her life

She had held the dream

Of walking up an aisle in white,

And she still being a virgin

Until her wedding night.

But now she wonders if

Maybe this image of hers

Wasn’t just a little too trite.

Last night the boss she loves

Had held her in his arms,

And confessed to being

Totally head over heels.

Together they had laughed

That he didn’t know why.

She’s clumsy and scatty,

And had given him

Nothing but cheek.

Now this morning

She meets him in the office,

The one she had re-arranged

Without his bidding.

And not necessarily

For the better!

He pretends there’s nothing

Between them

And gives her dictation

That turns into gobbledegook.

They burst into laughter,

And struggle to keep

From each other’s arms.

“So young,” he says, “seventeen.”

To which she adds,

“And a half.”

Muscles tremble at his mouth.

“Of course,” he agrees.

He really mustn’t laugh.

He knows of her dream held dear

And asks when she would like

To marry him.

Tomorrow is her answer.

She just can’t wait,

He finds her guilelessness

Irresistible

And impossible….

Finally he suggests in six weeks.

She agrees she may last that long.

If only she could come

Complete with a perpetual

Bucket of cold water!