Dibs!

"Dibs" he says as he smiles adoringly...
We walk together and he hugs and kisses me,
He lets me know I'm his everything-
But can I handle wearing this ring?

A thing of beauty, meaning and worth,
More than any object I've had since birth,
And as I look down at it's shiny twinkling,
Do I want to make another man my king?

Is this really what I want for my life?
To again be someone's submitting wife?
To this man, I am his everything,
But can I handle wearing this ring?

When we're together, he puts a spell on me,
I lay in his arms so happily...
But will he turn controlling and mean?
Can I really handle wearing this ring???

I feel the slow isolation coming on,
Many activities I loved to do- gone...
His light persuasion and of my own will-
My feet are cold and grow colder still.

Oh indecision.

CHANGES!

Change is all there is, nothing ever stays the same.
To stay the same is stagnant, we need to flow and rearrange.

While we have our constants, we all still grow old,
Life is ever flowing on, the future still untold.

As I come into this moment, another chapter in my life,
A new career, a new home, as I become a new wife,

I think of all I've come through, where will it lead,
How to balance it all between want and need...

And all I can do is commit to my best.
Do what I can and easily rest.