"If only I had asked her name."

"If only I had asked her name."I keep telling myself, two days after I saw her. She was the prettiest sight lately, the most dove eyed beauty to pass my way in a long time. She, graceful and stately, stood beside me the whole time, and I wish, keep wishing;"If only I had asked her name."Her eyes never danced at all, they were steady.When she looked at me, she would stare deep and not try to rush away. Her smile was a wine brew, glaring in the light. She was such a beautiful woman, "If only I had asked her name."The Pastor asked us to join hands across the pew, and give thanks for all God's blessings.Our hands intertwined, she pressed gently onto mine. My goodness, I felt a tingle, fire warming my veins!And now I am ruing,"If only I had asked her name."The rain was falling, I was last at the door.The wind was blowing, I had no sweater on. Yet each time I looked, at the placid joy in her eyes, my body was revived, and it was cold no more."If only I had asked her name."She was gentle, she was beautiful, she was most of those things men dream of . As they asked us to pray, I muttered,"Father I receive a wife."And now I am thinking, constantly deliberating, planning to become an usher so that I may see her again. Maybe I should try the same seat, same service and hope she does so too. I need to find that woman, coz I think she'll be my wife.