Hidden love

by wbsunset, Suttons Bay, MI

The first year that we were together my (future) husband asked me what I wanted for Valentines Day. I told him that I wanted him to write me a love sonnet. He is a sports writer and I thought that it would be a stretch for him to go from sports to romance writing. Well, to my surprise on Valentine’s Day not only did two-dozen long stem red roses appear, but also a framed love sonnet that he had decorated with dried pressed flowers. I thought that they were the most beautiful words any man had ever spoken or written to me.

Two months later I had been working on my gardens all day and came in to make dinner and my (future) husband asked me where my Valentine’s present was in the house. I had forgotten about the poem and showed him the dried roses on the shelf above my bed. He said no the OTHER present. I started searching for it only to find that I had misplaced it. (I had taken it on a trip with me to show my family and had left it in my travel bag). He brought out another copy and told me to read it carefully and asked me to tell him what it meant. I read it three times before he told me to read every first word in each new sentence, it still did not make any sense to me at all. It turned out that every first letter of every first word in every sentence spelled out ” Will you marry me Beth”? He said that he wrote it that way because I was the first woman for the first time in his life that he had loved from the beginning and that he hoped that our lives would be bound together until our ending. Obviously I said yes. We have been married for 4 1/2 years and have a beautiful child. He continues to be the most romantic man that I have ever met.