Ruth's POV
I stared at Alistair.
His face masked with fear
He hasn't said I do
I wonder if he'd dare
To deny his mother's wishes
And marry me instead.
Then we'll run off to Paris
And make love on a bed.
The congregation started to whisper.
The pastor getting annoyed.
The bride to be looking at her
Groom, but her eyes, he avoids
The pastor repeats the question
Again
This time, Alistair sighs.
"From I laid eyes on you,
I knew you were the one.
I will marry you. I do."
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
