The Best Mistake

That night.
That long awaited night,
The only first night
The bird was taking him
To cross the oceans
And the deserts
And the mountains
And the cities
And the things,
He was late
Too late you know
Too late to go.
He was dejected
So darkened
So diffused,
And veiled
In a conundrum,
He wondered.
What was this?
A big mistake!

Then,
Like a shooting star
His heart scapered
His eyes ellumined
His mouth agaped
His knees wobbled,
His hands abnegated
The suitcase.

She picked it up!

Good heavens!
Behold,
The dream was alive!
He knew one thing,
And one thing for sure,
That,
He who finds a wife
Finds a good thing.
And he knew,
Without a doubt,
He had made,
The best mistake!