Hidden Behind the Vine

And finally, I got some alone time with you.

Although I barely want to pay attention to you,
avoiding your deep-thought questions,
I was glad you mustered enough courage

To set me aside, hidden behind the vine
In the exclusivity of you and me
Facing each other
Your head up, and mine down
As we pray together like we used to.

I prayed that I am thankful that God chose you
To lead us in worship even though you don't sing

At that time, when I said, "Chose you"
Perhaps it crossed my mind a little to say.
"To be my husband".

Then after we prayed, you added one more thing,
"Thank you God for Sam's patience".

And it was enough to make my heart flutter
Faster than it already has been.

I tried responding, acting it's the most normal thing
But a part of me, as we walked away from the vines,
thought that I might actually enjoy this.

This possibility of marriage with this guy
Who never knows how to sing,
But who is as much into the Word as I am.

With this guy who stutters and can't look at me in the eye
Yet had the guts to ask me out twice.

With this guy who never gives much care to women
Yet had the balls to ask me weekly how I was in Malaysia.

With this guy whom I have never expected to come close to
Yet had already been considered to be spent
The rest of my life with.

With this guy who constantly prays with, and possibly, for, me.

Our secret place was not gone after all.

It was only been hidden.