My Love

For my wife-to-be

a ladybug flutters then quickly lands
in the palm of my hand to grant me luck
your services are not needed today
for I am filled with the sweet lady's love
You see here I met her in september
three years and two months to this very day
she's as beautiful as the late summer
sunset that we first shared in Virginia.
Even the Shenandoah would gasp for breath
at the sight of my lovely bride to be.
Since that blessed day neither ladybugs
nor rabbits feet, nor horseshoes could replace
the luck that I felt when her hand touched mine.

Author's Note

I do not typically do "sappy", but I write a lot for my Fiance. I haven't determined whether I want to leave this one alone or add to it.