I wonder about my marriage;
Will it be as melodious as the birds chirping to their mates,
Or will it be like a king and queen riding in a carriage?
Will it be arranged like the old days,
where parents choose the mate,
while the son is going craze?
Or will it be a love one, with roses sweeping across the air,
when even love’s name makes one tingle with pleasure,
and love-struck eyes meet in an endless stare?
Will it be as ferocious