What Will Be, Will Be

With eyes like the night, but laden with undiscovered stars—he walks into the room, his swag announces itself before he does.

Hungry women’s jaws drop like my childhood pez dispensers. I ate at home, but still a little dessert couldn’t hurt.

I chill and wait until he offers his sweets to me. I am a challenge; you see. All others are breathing fire.

Melting his fine attire which increases the ire he has for them. I knew then, all their chances were slim.

He approaches me in the corner where champagne emanates like gold. His name is Rome, I am told.

I want my name to be soothing, bold, but alas it is Ann. A decision made by my parents I could not control.

He perceives I’m cold and confidently enfolds all I am into his soul. The story goes: sun and shine dance upon the home we made.

Not to say there isn’t sometimes shade and blades that wish to forbade our love to endure. Yet Rome and Ann continue in the plan God said: 'Let no man put asunder.'

Thunderstorms come, but above and beneath a celestial celebration emerges which keeps us parallel. A citadel to all the spells of hells offenses.

'Not by might, not by power but by my Spirit says the Lord.' Therefore, it is not hard to act in love. No matter the deceit the enemy employs to destroy will I flee.

For what God said will be, will be.

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