Counting the days until we're married

Honestly you bring out the weirdest parts of me, 

making me feel anxious for the days when we are finally married. 

When I can proudly take your name,

When I will be forever in this life taken,

 that pride I'll wear like fame.

I didn't dream when I was younger of what my wedding day would be.

I was not at all enraptured by the thoughts of matrimony, 

like the other girls around me.

Instead I believed that I would be alone, 

That my wedding ring finger would never in this life posses any man's stone.

But you have me curled around the thought of being yours,

Because by you I have been forever caught.

We are young now this I know

But I try my hardest to not let these thoughts to you be known.

That I dream of when this day will be,

I imagine walking down the asile and your face being the one I see.

Waiting with an open hand.

When we can finally act out this God given plan.

I try to imagine the happiness of your face, 

but it's much to candid for me to make up in my head space.

I will be beautiful, pristine

And you will look back as if you've already spent forever loving me.

This may be silly,

I can imagine that to be true

But honestly these are just some of the things that you're love makes me do.