What is your name : Calvin Rhodes

Who do you want the poem written for: Melissa Rhodes (Wife)

Why do you want the poem written: September 27 will be our first wedding anniversary

What are the key messages you would like to send: A friend gave me Melissa's number in October to call, and after a couple tries calling her, I never called again. The friend really wanting us to meet knew that I was hosting a Christmas party for a Republican political group that I belong to, invited Melissa. We met on a beautiful December night. She claims love at first site, but I still claim it seemed too good to be true, so it took me a few dates. I invited her to the governor's ball; though that ended up being our second date. We celebrated valentines day in NYC; saw the number one play (Hair Spray).
In early summer, I invited Melissa to join me on vacation in southern France for a riverboat cruise through the Provence region. We departed from Atlanta (our home) a day early, the southern gentleman and the Yankee girl from Indiana to see Paris. I had been before and wanted to spend a day at the Louvre (so I said). We spent the day together at the Louvre and later that evening. I look high and low for a red rose in Paris, and could not find one, so I settle for a white, yellow, and pink (almost red) rose. I proposed in Paris on the Eifel Tower on a chilly dawn evening; though I see that evening as the morning of my life. Though the "be ware of pick pockets" sign frighten me (expensive ring in my pocket), I found the perfect spot (after looking for some time) and began to tell Melissa the symbolism behind the three roses. The white rose represented our life before we hand met, beautiful and full but knowing that I lives could be something more. The yellow rose represented our lives once we met with beautiful color, a wonderful fragrance - something very special. The rose that was not quite red symbolized what could be and what I hoped to be, our future life together. At that point I bended knee and pulled the ring from my pocket and asked her to marry me. As she uncontrollably trembled, she said "I would be honored to be Mrs. Rhodes". This had special meaning since Melissa is an established MD, and changing her last name is something a number of her female colleagues no longer do. We are both older (late thirties), waiting many years to find that right person. My mother had passed away a couple years before, but her mom and dad and my dad traveled to our wedding in Hawaii. We were married on September 27, 2003. A few months after our marriage, Melissa's father (Theophil) became ill and passed away. This sad event in our lives was followed by my dad (James) passing away a couple months later on my birthday. The two of us treasure that God allowed them to be apart of our most special day.
This year of marriage, though filled will significant sad times, has been mixed with the happiest times of my life. I know not the depths nor loneliness that I would have seen, had it been for the love of my life.

Do you have any funny, sad, happy, embarrassing or otherwise memorable moments that you would like to share: I often kid Melissa with the saying, "I know its difficult being married to someone who is always right". She loves to roll her eyes when I say this and I enjoy her reaction. I continue to tell her (often) that it takes two years to understand my since of humor. Hopefully that is true, we will see in another year.

What style of poem would you prefer (happy, sad, romantic etc.): A romantic tone mixed with the happy and sad themes

Please choose which package you would prefer: Deluxe

8 Words

A friend gave me your number, I guess this should come as no surprise, but although I did make some attempt, I stopped calling you after a couple of tries. But 'the friend' was quite determined, and he heard I was holding a Christmas party that night, so he had the good sense to invite you, you claim it was love at very first sight. I still reckon it all seemed too good to be true, but I?ll admit all it took was a couple of dates, although one of those was the Governor?s Ball, but modesty has never been one of my better traits. We celebrated Valentine?s Day in New York City, and Hair Spray was the favorite show, and then in early summer, I invited you to France, and Paris was initially, where we wanted to go. We spent a wonderful day in the Louvre, but believe me, I was counting down every hour, and after a desperate hunt for a red rose, with a pale imitation, I proposed on The Eiffel Tower. Although this was on a chilly evening, I felt like it was the spring morning of my life, and you made me the happiest man alive, that was when you agreed to be my wife. The ?beware of pickpockets? sign frightened me, because in my pocket there was your expensive ring. and it took me a time to find the perfect spot, but then I started to explain what life could bring. The white rose represented our life before we met, beautiful and full but a whiter shade of pale, the yellow rose stood for when we had met, color, fragrance, magical ? words simply fail. The rose that was red (but not quite red) well, that symbolized what could be, all I hope to be, and that simply was our life together, two people, forever entwined, destiny to destiny. ?I would be honored to be Mrs. Rhodes?, 8 words that meant a new plaque over the door, 8 words that inspired me, lifted me, they?ll remain with me, in here, for evermore. And so it was to Hawaii on September 27, I?m so glad our fathers lived to see the day, their spirits will live on within both of us, now, I do have just one last thing to say. This year, although filled with significant sad times, well, it?s also been the happiest I?ve ever known, thanks to you I know not the depths of loneliness, and it?s because of all the love that you?ve shown. And it takes 2 years to understand my sense of humor, and it?ll take many more to accept that I?m always right, but I just wanted to say thank you Mrs. Rhodes, I wanted to thank you for sharing your light. Because your love has been my spring morning, and there?s only happiness growing here, in my heart, and I just wanted to say I love you, but with only 8 words, where on Earth do you start?

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Allen Jesson

Comments:

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