My friends, they whisper, betrothal’s old-fashioned, a thing of the past,
But little do they know, their words will soon be proven vast,
For I, myself, was betrothed, to a man, so true and kind,
And now, I see the beauty, in this ancient tradition of mind.
I once thought it outdated, a relic of a bygone age,
But now, I see the wisdom, in this sacred, timeless stage,
For David, my betrothed, has proven to be, a love so true,
A gift from my parents, that I’ll always cherish, and hold anew.
Growing up, my memories of him, were few and far between,
But like a bold step, I took a chance, on this love unseen,
And now, I see the beauty, in this arrangement, so divine,
For David, being betrothed to me, has been the best gift, so fine.
If this is how all betrothals are, then I’ll follow suit,
And give our daughter away, in the same, sacred fruit,
For I’ve seen the joy it brings, the love it does impart,
And I’ll pass on this tradition, to our children’s heart.
So let us embrace, this ancient tradition, with pride,
And see the beauty, in this sacred, betrothal tide,
For it’s a bond, that’s strong and true, a love that will forever last,
And I’m grateful, for this gift, that my parents gave me, at last.
