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"Sure"
by Jeph Johnson
When I met her I wasn't sure of anything
Could anything be more beautiful?
Could a man this unlucky be dealt a winning hand
From a deck so shuffled with spite
And integrity itself stacked against him?
My doubt continued when she spoke those magic words:
"I love you"
Sprinkling like snowflakes
From another's lips
In a Charlie Brown Christmas fashion,
The three very same,
Whispered words,
So less authentic,
In the past
Had floated thunderously
Past my ears,
And evaporated on my stovetop psyche…
So I didn't want to hear them anymore.
But I closed my eyes and hummed "Here Comes the Bride."
And it was instead the reservations that melted away.
My doubt vanished when she spoke those magic words:
"I do."
The universe cast the doubt forever into eternity
From her two lips a kiss so ideal.
For nothing this perfect, this uniquely my complement
Could exist in a reality of my choosing.
Her tongue confessed with a cherubic accent
A sort of angelspeak;
A language known only to the purest of heart.
Most could not understand.
But to me nothing was lost in translation.
The meaning of life may not have been answered
But the meaning of love was found that day.
For something this close to Heaven,
To be held in my arms,
Makes me sure of love.
And all blessed people say,
As I do today:
God is love.
When I met her I wasn't sure of anything…
Now I'm sure of everything.
