After The Engagement
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Well, Mabel, ’tis over and ended—
The ball I wrote was to be;
And oh! it was perfectly splendid—
If you could have been here to see.
I’ve a thousand things to write you
That I know you are wanting to hear,
And one, that is sure to delight you—
I am wearing Joe’s diamond, my dear!
Yes, mamma is quite ecstatic
That I am engaged to Joe;
She thinks I am rather erratic,
And feared that I might say “no.”
But, Mabel, I’m twenty-seven
(Though nobody dreams it, dear),
And a fortune like Joe’s isn’t given
To lay at one’s feet each year.
You know my old fancy for Harry—
Or, at least, I am certain you guessed
That it took all my sense not to marry
And go with that fellow out west.
But that was my very first season—
And Harry was poor as could be,
And mamma’s good practical reason
Took all the romance out of me.
She whisked me off over the ocean,
And had me presented at court,
And got me all out of the notion
That ranch life out west was my forte.
Of course I have never repented—
I’m not such a goose of a thing;
But after I had consented
To Joe—and he gave me the ring—
I felt such a queer sensation.
I seemed to go into a trance,
Away from the music’s pulsation,
Away from the lights and the dance.
And the wind o’er the wild prairie
Seemed blowing strong and free,
And it seemed not Joe, but Harry
Who was standing there close to me.
And the funniest feverish feeling
Went up from my feet to my head,
With little chills after it stealing—
And my hands got as numb as the dead.
A moment, and then it was over:
The diamond blazed up in my eyes,
And I saw in the face of my lover
A questioning, strange surprise.
Maybe ’twas the scent of the flowers,
That heavy with fragrance bloomed near,
But I didn’t feel natural for hours;
It was odd now, wasn’t it, dear?
Write soon to your fortunate Clara
Who has carried the prize away,
And say you’ll come on when I marry;
I think it will happen in May.
Happy Engagement Tara And Ezra
by David Harris
To two good friends
May happiness be with you always.
Love has sometimes a strange way
of bonding people together.
It has to sometimes show them
what they would be like
without one another.
My friends know only too well this is true
and the heartaches it brings.
Then getting back together,
they find love stronger than before.
Love cements this bond
with an engagement,
a commitment to one another
to journey on into future happiness.
In a world filled with troubles and strife
no road into the future
is only filled with happiness.
Sometimes that road maybe rocky
and other times heaven sent.
No matter what the road may be like,
you can ride out any storm,
so long as you remember,
every storm can bring love closer
than it was before.
You will find more happiness
than you realised you had.
The deeper love grows the longer it will last.
Therefore my two friends
I dedicate this poem to you.
May your lives be filled
with the happiness you both so richly deserve.
Happy Engagement to you both
and a long and prosperous life together.
It comes with love,
from David and Vera
The Engagement Ring
by Akhtar Jawad
Oh! black clouds,
Go from here,
I don’t want thunders,
I don’t want lightning,
I don’t want rains,
My beloved is away.
When he left the village,
I was just thirteen,
But I am now sixteen,
And I now understand,
The meaning of the moon,
In my ring finger.
All the girls of village,
Are singing folk songs,
On the swings that are hanging,
In the mango trees,
And behind a large tree,
I am standing all alone,
I feel something,
In my body and soul,
My eyes are wet,
My age I regret,
As I now understand,
The meaning of folk songs.
Being burnt in the fires,
Of my dreams and desires,
I am now aware,
Of the mystery of life,
What I want from you,
What you mean for me,
Why I wait for you,
Why I seek you dear,
Why tears in my eyes,
Why annoyed of skies,
These rains blow the flames,
Of your love, my love!
And the red stone,
Of my golden ring,
Appears to me,
A drop of blood,
That has frozen in a shape,
Of a human heart,
A symbol of a feeling,
And a thought if you,
Were here in the rains,
I and you,
I can’t say any more,
But I now understand.
by Asif Andalib
Give me baby an engagement ring
I am too much tired of just waiting
Want to sing a love song want to sing
Take my hand baby it’s a joyride
These chances are no doubt time and tide
Our love story can spread far and wide
Turn my sweet dreams into reality
Turn the music on in serenity
Turn me on by your sweet affinity
I smell something fishy from above
Look at my eyes baby see my love
Don’t fly away from me like a dove
Terms Of Engagement
by Esra Sloblock
When the Ez wears his black jeans and is told by amazing fiancee that they’re blue, it is acceptable for the Ez to say they’re light black and be wrong.
When amazing fiancee says ‘EERHH! ‘ the Ez will immediately know what is required. The likelihood being that it will be either loving caresses or floral gums.
When the Ez mis-hears amazing fiancee and says something completely irrelevant, amazing fiancee will laugh manically.
When amazing fiancee speaks with knowledge, confidence, skill and belief the Ez will be in awe and love amazing fiancee even more.
When amazing fiancee and the Ez laugh their arses completely off, it is mandatory for the world to be a brighter place.
When amazing fiancee says she looks like shit it will be total bollocks because the Ez said so.
When amazing fiancee and the Ez look into each others eyes time will stand still and ‘the force’ will take over
When time ends and the cosmos crawls up it’s own arse and dies, the Ez will still love amazing wife completely.
When the Ez stops starting every line with ‘when’ it’ll be time to end this.
The Ez is so in love with amazing fiancee that his heart could burst.
The Rules Of Engagement
by Mohammed Asim Nehal
Love brought them close
Never thought can get lost
Yet they were in complete submission
With each other
they saw the blooming days
And illuminated nights
But to live together they set
The rules of engagement.