Who would marry you?

I met a guy.

He’s a real pi.

We dated in secret. Married the same.

Only after a 6 month time frame.

I said, “he swept me off my feet.”

He said, “I grounded him when we meet.”

Opposite on so many forms.

But then again, quite the norm.

One day; at work – during a staff meeting, someone noticed my ring.

Lots of attention they did bring –

to my quiet espouse.

My secret they tried to rouse.

I hadn’t mentioned my new last name.

For the time being, I kept everything the same.

They ooed and awed over my unique ring.

This one lady, in front of God and everybody did sing;

“Who would marry you?”

This poem is a complete work of fiction. No one has actually said that to me – yet.