|From Troll Figuren Shop. I totally need this someday if I ever get married. XD|
Which is rare for me to say something like that!
There are some days, yes, that are meant to be,
Where destiny and fate collide.
Led by our Lord, above us, you see,
And this is one true and tried.
She’d seen him by the water, sitting all alone,
She knew of his forefathers, too.
She knew, oh yes, without hearing his tone,
That he was of those in a crew.
A Viking, she realized with a little start,
A boy of the sea to be feared.
But alone, without friends, perhaps a part,
Of an evil plan to stay clear.
He seemed upset, a little distraught,
He seemed to be shaking and fretting.
To fear his type was what she’d been taught,
But oh, what an usual setting!
She approached him, slowly, taking her time,
And wondered what she would say.
He didn’t hear her come up from behind,
Nor turn when the donkey uphill brayed.
Deaf she realized after a moment, quite sudden,
Ah that would explain his lot.
Why, then, she wondered, would he have troddened,
To this unpopulated spot?
She approached him with confidence and tapped him,
He spun to face his prey.
But what she saw in his face was grim,
He appeared to be greatly dismayed.
A single tear was dripping from his eye,
He wiped it off from his face.
What fear she had that she might die
Fell away and she felt God’s grace.
“Are you lost, my friend?” the girl asked,
Tilting her head to the side.
He stared at her, speechless, aghast,
And looked as if he might cry.
Older than her he very well was,
But that matter little to her.
Help him, take care of him, yes, she must!
Of this she knew and was sure.
Taking his hand in hopes he’d come,
She gently led him away.
Up the hills, over rocks and then some,
To his people she looked for and prayed.
For hours they wandered over the land,
In search of those dreaded ships.
Never once did he let go of her hand,
Not even when he fell and tripped.
At long last, there they were, over by the docks!
Those dreaded men of the north.
She brought the boy there and they stirred, shocked,
Their boats not yet set for their course.
Great happiness was met at the arrival of boy,
Who was hugged by a large viking in red.
She was thanked and given a token joy,
And off they took her to be fed.
At long last she said and bid her goodbyes,
To the fierce warriors that came from afar.
She smiled at the boy when she stood to rise,
But what happened next was bizarre.
He stood and everyone instantly grew silent,
They all watched him with face of glee.
Around her neck he hung a necklace that glint,
For everyone there to see.
A hug he gave her, despite the crowd,
And even let his hand touch her cheek.
Throughout it all no one said a sound,
It was as if the Vikings grew meek.
She never forgot him, nor their short time together,
Though time flew by in long weeks.
And surprise she was not when, like a feather,
Years later he returned to find her, to seek.
That viking, that boy, she married him, yes,
The young boy who not one word could speak.
For a fine man of character he became of impress,
With a gentle touch but not weak.
Her viking loved her, she knew without words,
There was no doubt in his eyes, his gaze.
Though birds may sing and cats may purr,
No words did he utter or raise.
She didn’t need words, never once at all,
To know he would care for her always.
That young viking boy, now strong and tall,
Would be there for her all of her days.
Sometimes love comes in these strange little forms,
In ways we can't say, express or explain.
But one doesn't need to have their love put in words,
to know it is true, simple and plain.
A/N (Author's Note): Andddd this is called Emily was at the neighbor's house taking care of the neighbor and while she slept Emily couldn't get this idea out of her mind andddd wrote it. ;) I usually don't write romantic little poems at all, but I was inspired after reading a story online and thought, goodness, what if you met a man a long time ago that couldn't speak and he decided to marry you? There was no sign language, no written communication between you, just silent love. What would that be like??
Hence, this storyish poem. ;) I hope you liked it, it's a bit, well, random, I know. But poetry is not my strong suite.
Also, I KNOW there is supposed to be a surprise coming, but it's a bit delayed because it's in France right now. B-) Yes, a little teaser. A couple more weeks, readers, just a bit longer!
Blessings from Christ to all of you! Hope this is a wonderful Monday!