Apostle

It was the perfect first date

He would’ve been a fairy tale mate

Everything seemed absolutely great

Who knew what was my fate!

When he held my hand tight

My eyes twinkled bright

Heart began to fly like a kite

I knew he was just right!

Promises were made for life

Thought he wanted me to be his wife

That our marriage would be no strife

And love would be all rife!

But his priorities were conflicted

And affection even more restricted

It was more of him being gifted

There was no way I was to be drifted

Then came the unsual proposal

An unfathomable supposal

What was ahead of me was collosal

I couldn’t have ever been his Apostle!

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