21 Months So 21 months ago my friends, I wrote of love so true. I wrote of what it felt for me, I wrote it down for you. Here I am now, so nervous. To admit my gut was right, For its the penultimate day my dears, Before my wedding night. A boy of 1 we cherish, so grown, and like his dad My heart it really can't contain, How thrilled I am, so glad. I wrote some 21 months ago about the butterflies, The swirling cocktail of love, no less, That filled me up inside. Now please do not mistake me, An easy feat, oh no! From when I wrote you first dears, Those many months ago. Ups and downs, the sides to sides, The good, the great, the bad To remember that we love each one, That we weren't just mum and dad. But he stole my heart at first sight, No really that's the truth, No here we are some years on About to swear our troth. In less than 35 hours, I'll walk down aisle to him, The one that made me feel again, And a promise with a ring. My fellow poet, writer The friends that I have here If you get that feeling, bold Hold it close and dear. One last word I'll say now, David my darling man, I pledge to you my love, my dear. Forever, the best I can In love to my fiancé, my Mr Goode