2922 Coffee Dates

Here I manifest the walk down the aisle,

There he stands on the ground of his ifs and buts.

Eight long secrets my veiled heart does pile,

While he dreams of the glory of fifty stars clutched.

Here I breathe in his aura, a captivating guise,

There he lives for a distant future, a programmer’s vow.

My white dress a canvas for unspoken cries,

His code a shield, masking doubts somehow.

Will his fear of commitment splinter this love’s hold?

Will his distant future leave only my name?

Can love bridge the chasm, mend the unspoken fear?

Or these 2922 coffee dates will end in a silent tear?