There were many handsome men within the hall,
Dressed in fine suits, with coats and cravats grand.
There were many rich and powerful men—
They owned and ruled the very world we knew.
I wore a simple outfit: black suit, white shirt,
With black pants neat, a bow tie at my throat.
It was tidy, not gaudy, not flamboyant;
There was nothing in me that drew the crowd.
I was not someone noticed in a throng.
Then she entered, and the whole room lit with flame.
She wore a gown of blue with golden trim,
Her jewelry—a chain with diamond pendant,
Simple earrings, a bangle bright with stone.
She wore no makeup, yet she shone full moon.
No ring adorned her hand, yet she outshone
All other women, stars before the moon.
She turned from men who sought to win her glance,
And looked at me with eyes of love and warmth.
She came to me, she took my hands, we danced.
She was my wife, the mother of our child.
While all admired, her gaze was fixed on me.
