I see you in your tailored suit and your slicked back hair

Your eyes are shiny with unshed tears

As you hold the hand of a woman

As white as the gown she wears

And I want to tell that woman

That you will become wrapped in work

That you will drool buckets in your sleep

That you will hurt her sometimes because of your lack of empathy

That you will stay out with your friends far too long

That you will read novels in the toilet while she squirms

But I will also have to tell her

That you will plan elaborate surprises

That you will discover your artistic voice

That you will find your passion

That you will grow more handsome with time

That you will give her three bundles of unceasing joy

And so I allow her to keep holding your hand

And to say yes,

And I let things unfold as they should.