We were neighbors in our school years went to the same college.
One warm spring evening, you took my flower in a field of poppies.
We made love till dawn, a night we would never forget.
You promised to love me forever.
Two years later, you took me back to the same field and handed me a typed-out note.
It read simply, “Will you marry me?”
I did not need to say a word. My face said yes.
Holding out your hand with a diamond ring, you slipped it on my finger.
We married in that field three months later.
